"So umm.. ‘ow do I look in my new suit? This going to be a new trend or do I bloody need to burn this ?
"DAMN! Hot n sexy as always Boss!"
"Lu, just wot the fuck are you wearing? Really? That ‘at with all that leather. You’re a focking fashion disaster walking.. The ruddy hell?"
"It’s called being punk and resisting conformity by forcing myself to adhere to the social standard of what defines fashion.”
"That’s not being punk love.. That’s just being out there.. way out there.."
"HEY! I get shit done alright? And I’m fuckinggood at it. Isn’t that why you recruited me in the first place?" She shrugged, "hey I could always go back to fucking everyone’s shit up like I was before I joined the Saints.” She snorted remembering how Boss and Gat were barely able to trace a series of carefully time turf wars to her hands.
"I mean shit if that one base head didn’t sell me out you might have never figured out it was me going around and blowing everyone’s shit up while they were too busy having personal beefs to notice."