She smiles a bit at his assent, and lets him pull her closer into his chest, and slowly wraps her arms around as much of his torso as she can manage, her own chest flush against him. She takes a moment to just relax, and tries to time her breathing to his.

"My job... it's not just less than legal. It's crime. I run organized crime. I pay off cops to leave me and mine alone, I forge documents and identities, I smuggle goods and contraband. That fightin' ring we met in? I started it, I still own it and other gamblin' dens across the city. If there's an illegal operation in the bounds of my city, I got my hands on it. We've even been expandin' through Farida lately." She sounds... almost proud? Definitely not like she's remorseful for being a crime boss.

"And well... lotta people want a piece of me. Rival gangs, federal authorities, you name it. I've always kept my head down, most folks got no idea I'm the boss. If they did, they'd have it out for me, and more importantly... for the kids I take in." She pauses there, looking up at Garrot to gauge his reaction.