"Well, that's not very nice," Dutch says, frowning at him, making a show of slumping her shoulders and stepping away. "Do you think you know me that well that you know this isn't me?"

Wouldn't Damen be surprised to find that he was right all along? Right now, Dutch's aim to make him feel bad, see if there's some sort of soft underbelly behind all the muscle mass.

"I haven't done anything terrible to you and here you are accusing me of being drunk," she says with a shake of her head. "I'm sorry I've been bothering you."