““I really am sorry for shooting you." "Are you?" Her touch lingered as it reached the end of the bandage, checking that it was still securely tied. "What does that mean?" "I suspect you would shoot me all over again if you thought it would help your grandmother." She blinked up at him, almost surprised to discover how close they were standing. "I would," She said. "But that doesn't mean I wouldn't be sorry about it afterward.””
