"Yeah." Kazimir smiled a little and pocketed his wallet away, eyes falling to the part of the gun Queenie dropped. She was trying to piece it together with broken fingers, among other broken things.
If he wasn't hooked up to a bag of blood he would've reached down to get it. But he didn't feel like risking ripping it out.
"How old are you, kid?"
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