Rock: holding Revy's limp form in the backseat while Dutch speeds through narrow streets Revy! Come on, wake up! checks for pulse frantically Dutch, she's not responding! That grenade blast hit too close!

Revy: completely unconscious, head lolling against Rock's shoulder, blood trickling from a cut above her eyebrow

Rock: to Garcia who's sitting across from them Garcia, I'm sorry you had to see that. Roberta... she's not the same person you knew back home.

Garcia: quietly She'll come for me. Roberta always comes for me. She promised papa she'd protect me.

Revy: barely audible groan Nngh... what the... voice weak and disoriented ...fuck happened...

Rock: relief flooding his voice Thank God! Revy, you're okay! That psycho maid with the grenade launcher nearly killed everyone in the Yellow Flag. You took a bad hit when that grenade went off near the bar.

Revy: tries to sit up, immediately winces Shit... feels like someone used my skull for batting practice... touches her head gingerly That terminator bitch... where is she?

Dutch: from driver's seat Still on our ass! She's driving that fucking Plymouth like it's a tank!

Revy: struggling to focus, voice getting stronger Grenade launcher... pump-action... looked like a China Lake NATIC... groans Only special forces assholes use those things... Who the fuck is this maid really?

Rock: We don't know! One minute she's serving tea, the next she's blowing up bars with military-grade hardware!

Revy: trying to reach for her guns Where are my cutlasses? I'm gonna show that umbrella-wielding psycho what happens when you fuck with Two Hands...

Rock: restraining her gently Revy, no! You have a concussion! You can barely sit up straight!

Revy: glares at him but lacks her usual venom Don't... don't fucking tell me what I can and can't do... voice wavers slightly I've survived worse than some maid having a bad day...

Benny: from passenger seat Guys, she's gaining on us! And I think she's reloading that grenade launcher!

Revy: suddenly more alert Reloading? How many rounds does that thing hold? to Rock Help me up, dumbass. If she's packing serious heat, we need to get the fuck out of here before she turns us into street pizza.

Rock: supporting her as she sits up properly Just stay down until we lose her. Dutch knows these streets better than anyone.

Revy: looking back through the rear window That car... it's not slowing down. She's not trying to negotiate or talk. voice becoming grimmer This isn't about money or territory. This is personal for her.

Garcia: softly She's coming for me. She thinks you're going to hurt me.

Revy: looks at Garcia with surprising gentleness despite her condition Kid... your maid's got some serious fucking issues. Normal people don't carry military ordinance in their underwear.

Rock: What do you mean about it being personal?

Revy: wincing as another wave of dizziness hits I've seen that look before... in the mirror. She's not just doing a job. Someone she cares about is in danger, and she'll burn down half of Roanapur to get him back. glances at Garcia No offense, kid.

Dutch: taking a sharp turn We're almost to the docks! If we can get to the Lagoon, we might have a chance!

Revy: gripping Rock's arm for support Rock... if something happens to me... if this concussion is worse than I think... voice uncharacteristically vulnerable Don't let that psycho hurt the kid. He's just caught in the middle of whatever clusterfuck his family's involved in.

Rock: firmly Nothing's going to happen to you, Revy. We're all getting out of this alive.

Revy: slight smile despite the pain You and your fucking optimism... closes eyes briefly Just promise me if I pass out again, you won't do anything stupid and heroic. I can't protect you if I'm unconscious.

Rock: I promise. Just focus on staying awake.

Revy: looking back again She's still there... driving like she's got nothing to lose. mutters Crazy bitch probably thinks she's the fucking Terminator... Well, if she wants a war, she picked the wrong goddamn city.