[ Shaw gets that, but that still doesn't help her accept the whole situation any better. So do forgive her if she's holding just a slight grudge aimed towards the Machine. Honestly, if she was going to be working behind a counter, something like a gun store would've been far more tolerable. ]

Last time I just talked about how much I wanted to poke my manager in the eye with a mascara brush. Hard. [ Emphasis on the word because her actual manager is the Machine, technically. She sighs reluctantly, plucking one of the lipsticks from Root's hand and popping it open. ]

Depends. Sweet, or dangerous?