Del couldn't stop looking at her arms as it was so unbelievable that they were her own. With Charles comment, she shrugged and looked back over to him. "Apparently I do." She breathed, feeling like she was capable of doing pretty much whatever she please while the slime made her so incredibly ripped. And her arms were bigger and more muscular than when they had been upon killing the man accidentally only a little while ago. "Christ almighty,"<br/><br/>When the man tried to spit but couldn't and subsequently asked for water, Del knew just how thirsty he felt and how much water it would actually take before he felt normal again. It was torture in and of itself. "Maybe if you answer this question in a way I like, I'll consider. Do you know when your associates are going to stage another crime?"