"How many times do I gotta tell you that I'm not a psycho?" he shouts, before grimacing as he touches his nose, hissing a little in pain. Goddamnit.

Tommy pushes himself up into a sitting position and squints up at Aña, removing his hand, which is now bloody and gross (that he's wiping on the floor by the way, Rikki), and lets her do whatever she needs to do to it.

"Yeah, just don't make it worse. This is the money maker."