Dom frowns. The answer to that question is ... tricky.

"Bits. Like, I had some kind of job that involved getting into people's business, like I was a cop or a reporter or something. I had a friend named Alexa. And I—"

A memory of gunfire, her ears ringing, glass breaking, blood and worse splattered across the wall of a restaurant—

She breathes in deeply, then out, slow. "I've seen some shit," she says finally.