[Dean is not the sort that ever just does as he's asked. Not, anyway, in any kind of obvious way. Not without it being a business transaction.

He's a blacksmith, not a nanny, so this can't possibly count as that. He squints at Marcus for a moment, Hannah sniffing Catalina's chest, then crosses the room to stash the pistol back beside the cashbox where it goes.]

And I don't suppose you'll tell me, either, what you did with the others.

What do I need to do? Does she belong somewhere?