Anya Devlin : Your partner's report says that you were primary through the door, that the shooter was...
Karen Sisco : Are you asking or telling me?
Anya Devlin : Why don't you remember?
Amos Andrews : Oh, let me? Girl takes a .45 slug to the chest, enough to knock out a rhino. Wakes up with every bone in her body bruised, and a Tijuana-sized headache, something like that? I'm sure you've had nights like that. Do you remember the details?
Anya Devlin : [gives Amos a sour look, turns to Karen] Make an appointment, okay? Goodbye, Amos.
[Devlin leaves Amos' office]
Amos Andrews : Goodbye.
Karen Sisco : "Girl?"
Amos Andrews : A figure of speech. File the report. 'Til then, you're off warrants. Courthouse duty tomorrow. Today: take the rest of it off.
[Karen turns and walks away]
Amos Andrews : Off!
Karen Sisco : I heard you.