Caroline stands back and watches the show. The Manetta guy's really going to town on this idiot. It's a brutal, efficient beatdown. Good shit. She laughs when he brings up the meat slicer, and nods when he points back at her. That sounds hilarious. The Maroni goon finally seems to realize how much fucking trouble he's in.

And then she laughs again when this guy ruins the idiot's cheap ass hat. That's petty as hell. No way can he pretend he didn't get his ass handed to him now. That's great. As the Manetta guy hauls the trash to the curb, Caroline eyes the blood on the floor. Oh well. At least that won't take long to clean.

"Nah, I got him talking before he could start knocking things over," Caroline replies. She briefly considers how entertaining it'd be to watch this guy mop a floor (for a couple different reasons), but... nah. "Said he was with the Maronis, by the way." She still has to scoff at that. "As if that was gonna fuckin' fly here."