As soon as she heard that snap, Delphine moved her hands up along her body to her breasts. Taking hold of them, she squeezed and bounced them for Raspinock. "I'm all yours, I love being your little puppet." Despite her words and actions, there still wasn't emotion behind what she said since she was only half of her normal soul.<br/><br/>Nathan heard the crash up above him and glanced at the ceiling. He figured paranoia and withdrawal were beginning to set it, so he quickly reached into his red suit jacket to produce a little baggy of white powdered bath salts. He tossed it on the workbench and dug around a little more, only to realize he'd left the smoking spoon behind in his desk for Charles to find. Mumbling and cursing, he decided just to dump a little out on the surface. He grabbed a little flat metal tool and pushed them into neat lines, then found a dollar bill in his pocket and rolled it on up so he could snort up the white powder. As he waited for it to kick in, he only heard more crashing up above.<br/><br/>Nathan grabbed the device he'd put Delphine's soul into and stuck it in his pocket. Leaving the workshop, he went across to another room and opened up a locker, retrieving a .50 caliber pistol only to stuff it down the back of his pants with the handle sticking out. He also grabbed a bowie knife and kept that in his hand as he started to march towards the stairs. When he got to the top, the bath salts had really started to take effect and he saw Kryner wrestling with Nicholi. "How many friends did this bitch bring with her?" He growled, opting for the pistol instead. With no warning, he pointed it near them and fired two shots into the wall to get their attention, then pointed the gun right at Kryner. "I don't take kindly to masked freaks who break into my house and make a goddamn mess of the place."