[ she watches him, unfazed. a moment of silence passes between them, stretching itself and filling every inch of the limousine. then, she laughs. it slices through the tangible tick of the clock. ( elliot would hate him; elliot does hate him. this, though, he would loathe. ) regaining her composure, she shakes her head. ]

So, you went for me, why, because I'm one of two females in a boys' club with actual capability, and threatening the other one looks like stereotyping? Forget it, man. I'm not the droid you're looking for.