He reaches up and swipes at his neck. So he is. "That's what happens when people shoot each other," he notes mildly. He really can't blame her for that, since he'd started it.

He glanced at her.

"The stadium served two purposes. One was privacy and infrastructure." It was set up with tv cameras. And it stopped more police getting in. "Two was that it was a big enough object that flying it in there scared the everliving fuck out of those assholes. I knew they'd hide in their giant steel box without even thinking about it. Then they were fish in a barrel."