"Then fuck 'em." Seems a simple solution.

He finally releases his breath and rubs his other hand briskly over the crest of his hair. "If it ain't breakin' a rule with a capital R, why should it matter?"

Sweeney glances back to her, his gaze dipping in brief assessment. "'sides, why do you give a fuck what other people think?" She's always carried herself as a wild card, and those don't tend to give much mind to what else is in the deck.