Kizzie remained silent for a long moment, narrowing her eyes and folding her arms. "Wouldn't you like to know?" She said, posing aloofly. "Your run was slippery, it was dangerous, it was badly planned... and it almost got me killed."<br/><br/>At that, Kizzie glanced down to her wounded, though quickly clotting, shoulder. "And I can give deetz on exactly how and why your run was a fuck-up, including physical evidence... but."<br/><br/>The elf allowed herself a small smirk, rare for her when she wasn't in bed. She was sure that if the twins were as good of Johnsons as she expected, they'd know the steps to this dance.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>