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[walking_napalm]

"Oh," says Liz Sherman, staring at the napkin that Bar has just presented her with.

"My.

"God."

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[almosthonorable]

Ben looks up from his mug.

(It's tea. Kind of. The whiskey-lemon-honey kind.)

"Y'all right over there, just-Liz?"

[walking_napalm]

"I'm -- they stole from the casino."

This is possibly not making much more sense than the original exclamation. Liz is generally pretty cool, but this is beyond her.

She gestures with the napkin; it flaps. "Millions!"

[almosthonorable]

"Millions?"

Ben has no idea who the hell they are, but he seems to approve. Heartily.

[walking_napalm]

"I went in to fry a bad guy," she says, and she's on the verge of pacing, "not steal slot machine profits!"

Indignant, guilty, wholly startled, and starting to get a little sardonically mad -- Liz has got it all. Including, somewhere under it all, a part of her that says, Well. This could be useful.