Uh huh. You're a real killing machine for a guy who can't even stand the sight of his own blood. Look... if I hadn't done that, we'd still be struggling over that damn shot for the next half-hour. You know it, I know it, and no one, I repeat, NO ONE, wanted it to happen.

[He scribbles the last of things on the clipboard and flips it onto the table.]'Sides, sometimes the real badass move is knowing when not to fight.