Jag hadn't had any idea that Sunny had this level of violence in her. Not that it was a problem; on the contrary, he couldn't deny that he was impressed. He had slowed to a halt, and he was not going to step in and stop her from giving that wanker what he deserved; he was going to keep a lookout for coppers, though. Let her get it out of her system, as much as she could, and then offer her a drink, probably.