The cab pulls up to the restaurant and whatever Sally was about to say was cut off. Good thing too, because the woman could talk for hours about her life as a vigilante, and lord knows that would be so boring to some people. Well, most people.

"Oh I am keen, but I wouldn't want to talk your ear off, James," she says, chuckling as she pulls out a wallet from her jacket and gives the money to the cab driver, not bothering with the change. She tugs on the door to let herself out, looking over at James. "I'll tell ya about it when we're inside."