[ He's right. Roy sighs, lifting his chin briefly to get his own frustration under control. ]

Good.

[ It isn't that he objects to the action itself. They deserved it; that's indisputable. But: ]

And what's your plan for her tomorrow? Or next week? Three months from now? Eventually that bunch of punks is going to get back up again, and they're going to want to take their bruised egos out on someone they know can't fight back.