I can disassemble bombs, put together a rifles in the dark, and rescue people from bullshit situations and investigate shit. Brawling and being an idiot and wanking on about art, that's not-- an employable set of skills.

( She stops what she's doing, and turns to face Sarah properly.)

I'm not good at much that's worth shit, Saroula. I don't wanna get tangled up with a situation like Kavinsky again.