After he spoke, she all but crumbled against him, seeking more comfort than just a little touch. Giving a dry chuckle, she sniffled, her eyes watering.<br/><br/>"Why is it so weird to hear you giving me advice on how to take Warren down?" she asked, not really expecting an answer.<br/><br/>She knew what she had to do, there was no putting it off, and Brandt had a point. If she went after his legs, she could take him down faster, make him submit... Maybe it wouldn't last long then. Of course, that was assuming Warren didn't fight back. The quicker it could be over, the faster she could get it done, the better. He was right; what were some cuts? They'd heal.