"If it did, I'd say you were deaf and blind. And illiterate."

Molotov plays the publicity game to its fullest, plasters herself on every billboard and ad campaign that will have her, and they all love to talk about her background, how dangerous she is, how experienced.

She's grown to hate the words 'femme fatale'.

"A family restaurant? Like, oh, what is that called... like Chuck E. Cheese, where the children run wild? I killed someone in one of those. There weren't any children, it was a franchise owned by a cartel, they met there after closing."

Pausing, she eats a pretzel from a bowl on the counter.

"Not only did I make three-hundred grand that night, I also played skee-ball and got a giant slinky and one of those huge lollipops."