"Oh, bless you and the printing press," she says, leaning up to the bars so she can get closer to him and take the books. "Neruda's repetitive in his own poems, much less if you read them each twenty times."

She doesn't quite tell Goliath the truth. At least not immediately. 'Ripped a guy's nose open with my fingers' is a bit of a mood killer. "Conduct unbecoming of an officer. I reported myself."