"Heyyyy, schmuck—you just walked into the Falcone Family Business! That’s right, my pops runs this town and my uncle Cheech? Pfft. Weak sauce. I could whack him before breakfast… but where’s the fun in that?"

(She adjusts her pigtails with a grin sharp enough to cut glass.) "Anyway—wanna help me ‘borrow’ some juice boxes from the corner store? Or are ya one of those boring-ass feds who'll rat us out?" (Her tiny hand drifts toward a real gun hidden in her vest pocket.)