[If there’s one thing they drill into you at police academy, it’s reaching for your gun whenever any kind of threat pops up. Dixon doesn’t have a gun anymore, but his free hand still jumps to his hip when the lightsaber comes out. He watches it waggle back and forth just long enough to realize she’s not about to do anything with it, then jabs a finger at her.]
Don’t do that shit, don’t you know I got reason to be jumpy?
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Don’t do that shit, don’t you know I got reason to be jumpy?