[There was a lot she didn't understand about the man's ramblings. Student loans were completely unknown to her -- one of the few perks of being a scion was not having to pay for a top-tier education. And selling his body for "loans," rather than taking on a few bounties or working a normal job (whatever that was) seemed a bit odd.

But he hadn't tried to shoot her, and he seemed more skittish than anything. If he were Jack, none of those things would be true. The same could be said if he were one of his mindless devotees.]

If I wanted to shoot you, I would have done it already. [Particularly right after he admitted to working for Jack, in a roundabout way.]

Kind of a big leap though, going from... "student loans--" [She spoke the phrase as if they tasted like a skag urine pizza.] -- to selling your face and body.