She wants to tell him it isn't that simple, it isn't just a matter of finding something new because he wouldn't find something other than writing if he didn't have to. It isn't just that she's good at it, it's that she enjoys it and she sighs, looking down at their hands.

"What if I like being a criminal?" she asks, looking up at him again. "What if finding something new seems pointless when I know it's not going to make me as happy as punishing rich assholes for the creepy shit they do? Because I went after men who... who weren't good people. No one I took money from didn't deserve that and a whole lot worse."