The narration loves Deb too. This works out well. :x

Sonny sighs at the door to the face. If this is the kind of people they have to talk to, he is quickly going to move to wanting to send a bullet through his head instead. This shit is ridiculous.

This time he does snort at her response. "So so far we've got one point. Wonder how many we can wrack up. More than two and I'd say we're fucking champions," Sonny mutters as he shakes his head at the door. "Exactly. The little ball might show us where in the apartment's he's been staying. I'm gonna bet he's not there anymore, but if we figure out what name he's been using... easier to find him that way."

It's the best word for it, Deb, and it's not like Sonny has come up with a better one. He keeps calling it a ball which is sorely lacking in information about what it can do.

Sonny is glad she has no violent feelings toward him. It makes this whole process a little easier.

"Yeah, door number two then we try out this thing in the apartment buildings see if someone can't give us a name," he says and then moves on to the next door.

There's some part of him that's cringing already.