"Throat, ribs, balls," Maeve recites, even though he hadn't quite summed it up like that. It's close enough and it's the sort of thing Maeve's always kind of carried in the back of her mind.

Moordale wasn't dangerous, not really. It's a small town with a lot of entitled assholes, but Maeve had never felt truly threatened there. But she remembers what happened to Aimee, the literal wanker on the bus, and she's not going to let anyone get away with anything like that with her.

"Pretty straightforward," she says cheerfully. "You alright? You're bleeding a bit."