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[Settled back on her couch, Carla is fussing with a split lip with her tongue absentmindedly and shuffling through a series of photos like it's a hand of cards.]

I've got a Rosella barbecue, a cowboy with a gun in his eye, a few pairs of little boys getting up close and personal with each other, practically autoerotic. And... [She holds up a picture of M. Eames.] On a scale of 1 to 7, where are we going with this?

[She clearly hasn't accounted for all the pictures she was holding, but she puts the rest aside, moving on to another set.]

The rest are mine. [She holds one up briefly.] I haven't seen some of these in over half a decade. [She doesn't sound entirely pleased about that, and sits back again with a frown to look through them.] They've got a date with my garbage disposal.

[As one last distracted note she adds,] I didn't pick up anything of yours this time, Rapahel, I'm disappointed.

//private to 'the lady of lannister'

[She displays the picture she's found.]

Do you want it? Or should I add it to the pile to be disposed of?

[[ooc; Here is what's up for grabs if you want it.]]

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[Here, cowboy. A picture is worth a thousand words.]

Cheeky.

Tuco Benedicto Pacifico Juan Maria Ramirez.

Known as "The Rat."

[Wow, cowboy. Let Carla repeat that back to with the proper pronunciation.]

Rats are trouble.

Yeah. So was this one.

And what's he up to here?

For one thing, he's killing a man called Shorty.

These epithets leave a little something to be desired.

[Everybody's a critic. And we haven't even gotten to "Angel Eyes."]

Yeah?

They were just as bad in the gangs.

[She shrugs.]

Why'd he want to kill this guy?

He didn't.

But he was a little distracting when I was trying to aim.

I could see that. Did you get to make your shot?

No.

That's too bad. I hope you punched that guy.

Too bad for Shorty. He's the one who was hanged.

Don't worry. He got his.

[Carla is the kind of woman who smiles when she hears about a hanging.]

You know, you're always teasing me. I still haven't gotten to see you fight and those cardboard ducks were hardly a real target.