Don't ever fight with Lisbeth Salander. Her attitude towards the rest of the world is that if someone threatens her with a gun, she'll get a bigger gun.
But she wished she had had the guts to go up to him and say hello. Or possibly break his legs, she wasn't sure which.
Salander was the woman who hated men who hate women.
There were not so many physical threats that could not be countered with a decent hammer.
She had stared at him for a whole minute and decided that she did not have a grain of feeling left, because it would have been the same as bleeding to death. F*ck You.
