Rozilyn blinked, seconds before she was about to press the button..she heard something, like an object was coming towards her. Instantly she turned, just in time to see the knife aiming straight for her throat. "What the-?!" She cried, bringing her metallic hand up to block the knife, sending it back to the ground. She was terrified now, shaking and not able to gather her senses. Calm down, she told herself. Many in the crowd started to watch her, a tremor of alarm going through the audience. "This is not good.." She muttered.<br/><br/>Wait a minute. Someone had to have thrown that knife. But...who? Quickly, she scanned the area, her gaze up towards the sky, figuring that's where the attack had come from. She spotted him. There he was now, coming down to probably collect a sign of period for his client. She allowed herself to smirk. "My hand, no doubt." Glancing up at the stage, she cursed to herself, seeing that Conan was already gone. The plan was ruined, and now she would be blamed for it. "It doesn't, matter." She said, watching as her assigned killer came ever so closer. "I have to get out of here." With one fluid motion, she sent her hand into the air, letting out a bolt towards the man.<br/><br/>She didn't aim for him exactly, just to his area. There was no need for an unnecessary death here. That bolt would be shock enough. In the uproar from the crowd, she turned to run, slinking away through the people like a missed shadow. Not only was she saving her life, but there was no way she was getting one of those filthy tickets. Fun with her overlord was not something to look forward to. As a Freedom Fighter, Rozilyn knew that all too well.