"Slayer," she says, shrugging loosely. "I used to be fucking this demonologist back in London, I sent him Meyer's ouvre for his birthday last year. Where do we put that on a scale of keying his car to lighting his house on fire, as far as bitch ex moves go? You look like you've probably pissed a girl off a time or two."

...this is how she does friendly, by the way.

(It's worth noting she's lying. But she would have done it if she'd thought of it then and not now.)