" Hell's bells, Susan, you don't know what you've done. You've got to get out
of here."

She snorted. "Like hell."

"I mean it," I said. "You're in danger."

"Relax, Harry. I'm not letting anyone lick me, and I'm not looking anyone in the eyes. It's kind of like visiting New York. "

― Jim Butcher , Grave Peril (The Dresden Files, #3)