"Yeah," Gunn says flatly. "Got some understanding of standing, too. You don't have any. She's not your minor kid and she's not your client. You got no grounds to restrain us from jack and or shit. She gets one, that's different. But since she came to us I'm thinking that'll be a long time coming."

He sits loose limbed on the bench next to her, like a man with nothing much to do and no place better to be.