“I can't believe you let him get away!” Xena looked suspiciously at Jane. “He was the one! He had-”
Jane cut her off: “I know what he did to you honey and I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the pain you've been through, and we all appreciate you. You know that? We do. But I had to let him go.” She grinned. “I planted something on him. Something to lead us to the star.”
“Oh.” Xena said, mollified. “That's. . . Oh."
“Yes.” Jane said and stood. She back handed Xena, hard across her luxurious nose, there was the wet crack of cartilage followed by a slow blood trickle. Jane asked, “Anything else?”