Gunn tries to look mysterious, or at least noncommital. He doesn't know what aces they could pull out their asses if they had to; he knows he doesn't want to find out, and for damn sure he doesn't want to speculate with Ms. Top Ten Evil Lawyers Under 40 just 'cause she doesn't smell like blood or gym socks.

He can tell her this much, though. "I like my skull in one piece, yeah. But we're not in the business of looking the other way anymore."