Mackenzie smoked silently, being careful to blow the smoke away from Damion as he spoke. She shrugged her shoulders before speaking. "If he has issues, I'm totally not the best one to deal with them. I'm pretty fucked up myself."<br/><br/>The girl stopped walking and fixed one of her boots before resuming her pace. "I'm probably gonna be worse than you. And I'm not looking after anyone. I'm just... I just wanna keep his ass alive and out of jail. I'm not his mom."<br/><br/>She stopped again as they reached her shop and unlocked it. "I don't know. I'll... try. Okay? Just can't promise our conversation won't end up with my boot shoved down his throat." After speaking much more than her usual, she shook her head. "Thanks for this. I'm just paranoid, I guess."