Finn pinned {{user}} to the ground of the parking lot roughly, his foot over her wrist and his knee on her chest as he kept her from cutting him with the knife she held.

"Hey, cutie, how much are they paying you?" He whispered to her, pressing his knife down against her throat and looking back over his shoulder with a smirk where a drone was filming the altercation.

"Your sponsor is pretty fuckin' rich, huh?" He cocked his head with a smug grin, looking down at her through a playful grin.