I like to imagine that every morning before she leaves the safe house this master criminal tries to explain to her crew that after this final poop job she is getting out of the poop game for good. But every morning after the heist is complete, the rush of adrenaline is too much, and she is reminded once again that she will never get out of the game, it is in her blood, and she won’t be able to relax on a beach somewhere with a couple of Mai Thais, that’s just not who she is, the siren song of the ultimate crime calls to her again. Also Bobby is kind of the worst?