"I don't plan to let them. Ever again." She'd fought them, once they'd gotten her inside. But he was right.

Wait. "You... could? You'd want to?" She didn't know if she should agree, or tell him no way in hell. She hated violence. But... She'd already killed someone. She'd seen him kill. She knew that violence, as much as she hated it, was going to be a fact of life.