"Take the damn money, mammal." Vika closes her good eye; the other, of unmelting ice, stares blankly ahead at the damage. "...Just take the damn money. You don't want to know how insistent I'm capable of being about this. I'd bet you triple what's in that bag that if I explained I could get the dipshit pacifists in my life to keep me wound so I can keep being insistent about it."