"Unfortunately, you're wrong." She stepped back from the doorway, where she had moved to, and back against the wall. "You still have me to deal with, and I am all that he has left from his past."
"Well, assuming you never come back to his house, he'll be out of your life." She said. "If you're going to shoot me, can I please, please, please touch your skin?"
As much as she hesitated to get near Thaddeus, she reached into the cabinet in the hallway and handed Thaddeus one of the towels. Predictably, they smelled a lot like Faust.
"He has left overs in the fridge. From an Italian restaurant." She took a few steps towards the kitchen. "Even if you don't want it, I'll heat it up for myself."