In a COMPLETELY UNFORESEEN EVENT, Beatrix has managed to somehow anger the one person who can get them out of their current situation without violence.
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Bea: I don’t know what games you’re talking about. I don’t get a lot of leisure time.
Gri’shak: Two men couldn’t have impregnated you at once, that’s not how it works.
Bea: And yet here I am, a gods damned miracle of nature.
Gri’shak: It’s the Roman, isn’t it? It has to be.
Bea: I am with every man, every night. It’s my job. So there’s really no way to tell, is there?
Gri’shak: “Your job”?
Bea: I’m the camp whore. I keep the men’s morale up.
Gri’shak: My son tells me you’re an assassin.
Bea: Ain’t my fault your kid’s dumb as shit.