Sonakshi nodded with an audible gulp, trying to keep her stomach from revolting. She had seen a lot of shit in her days, and the human body no longer caused her any queasy feelings, but this was different. She was partaking on a robbery with violence, and even if she wasn't taking matters into her own hands, she was part of it all the same, to the point of asking Donovan to murder people in cold blood. Stepping out of the clinic as quickly as the boxes allowed her to do, she breathed in deeply, followed by a series of slow, hardly controlled gasps. The air down there was stale and tasted of iron, and she found herself at the limit. Carefully leaving the boxes on the ground and her suitcase on top, she stumbled to a corner, emptying her stomach with teary eyes. She kicked the wall, slapped herself a couple of times and after breathing deeply, she set herself straight, managing her clothes and hair.<br/><br/>"Do no harm" she hissed to no one, cleaning her face and eyes. It had been just a moment, a line of dominoes falling out of a combination of ruthless need and unmatched force. Just a few hours ago everything was mostly fine, and now- Donovan was exiting the place with a bag of cash. "Your methods? Your methods?!" Sonakshi lost it, getting close to Donovan and looking up to his face. "We can't just buy out of killing people with stolen money! Maybe it's normal for you but now I have to live with that! It's like I killed them myself" she slowly recovered her calm after the initial outburst, knowing that such a thing would take her nowhere. "We need to get this to the ship and I personally need a shower and a booze bottle" she confessed, grabbing the boxes and the suitcase off the ground, standing still thinking.<br/><br/>"Fuck the good, we can't make up for it by sharing the spoils. Most of the people around will kill each other for that money or spend it on bullshit anyways" Sonakshi decided, feeling numb inside. "And we may need the cash to bail us out of this fuckup we made, be it spending it on bribes or whatever" she admitted, being practical, starting to walk towards the upper levels and the safety of the ship. "What the fuck are we going to tell Iona? I don't know if I can lie convincingly, and..." her voice trembled a little. "I don't want to get kicked out of the St. Anne. It's the only place feeling something of a home that I found" she kept walking with decision, as if reaching the ship would be the same as awaking from a nightmare.