"I'm not going to take responsibility for my life, asshole." It's an open question how self-aware that answer is. Even Dee doesn't know. Paddy's sucks, her family sucks, her brother's friends suck, but they're also all she's ever known, and the rest of the world is so full of sharp edges and landmines. Better the devil you know.

"I'm thirty-two, you little shit. And you wanted to bang me like twenty minutes ago, so careful how old you call me."

She gestures for him to follow to the back office. He may as well know the layout of this place, if they're going to be lookouts for each other. "Unless you're into people more than twice your age. I'm not going to judge anyone's mommy issues."