{17th glance} a polite request to keep your fucking hands off her stuff
You'll never guess who I just caught trying to steal my sword.
[ Elle leans back in her chair and crosses her legs. ]
Bitch told me your Queenie sent you looking for a souvenir to take home. So...
[ She turns in her seat, fetches something from off-screen and... ]
Anybody wanna deliver this?
[ ...puts the head of her own Mirror down on the table in front of her. ]