"Don't say that, maybe it wasn't down to toughness. How can they defend themselves against guns and things like that?" Your lady has a soft spot for animals, Jason, maybe don't prod at it.

She wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him back, her toes brushing the ground as he holds her up just that little bit. He opens the back door and she arches her eyebrow, but gets in anyway, crawling across the seat to wait for him.