... no, and also fuck you, and also you're a fucking idiot because how would I have survived one goddamn day as a homeless kid if that was the case? The cops would've sniped me within the week and gotten special commendations for it. I'm not a flamethrower in a meat suit, jesus christ, there's a personality in here too.

[Her mood's curdling a bit again, but at least this is just their usual back and forth bitching instead of something more serious. She takes a calming moment to finish off her drink before answering, then lobs the disposable cup into a nearby garbage bin.]

That's what I was trying to explain. I get the urge to burn shit but it has to be set off, it's not a constant compulsive thing. And you talk like I'm some kind of serial killer but I just don't value some stranger's life over my own if they force me to make the choice, that's all. It's not for fun.