[That begging gets to her a little. She almost feels bad. But Johnnie's asked her to do something, and she knows that if they don't break his knees he'll get up and call people and they won't be able to get to the cosmic ash. Kip doesn't really get that it's a literal matter of life and death here.

So she sets the gun aside on the desk and goes over to retrieve the rock with both hands. Johnnie gets a quick kiss as she hands it over, and then she's left skipping her way back over to the desk to hop up to sit on it. She grabs the gun and holds it in her lap as her legs sway and kick.]

You know what, Kip? You're really lucky. Someone will find you tomorrow, and they'll get you to the hospital. And then you'll probably get paid time off from work. You should be thanking us.

[She's ever the optimist, even in Kip's moment of terror and pain.

With that hopeful thought in mind, she leans over to grab his walkie talkie, so she can hold that in her lap too.]

Do you think I tied his wrists tight enough, baby? I don't want him to be able to get away.