"But he did," Roxie says, and she goes silent as she looks up at the stars.

"I don't really fight very smart," she says, voice quiet. "But it's not really possible to fight smart against the things I have to fight." Her mind is sliding over what could have been many opportunities—but, on the whole, she is right, sort of. "And it's not safe to risk not being straightforward with a lot of them. If something escapes while you're pulling something fancy..."

She fights for keeps, is what she's saying.