Ruki staggered into the alley, turning the corner and plopping down against the wall, panting heavily.  She may have been a killing machine created to be perfect by the God of Murder Himself, but she wasn't totally invincible or immune to strain and eventually would tire, though it wasn't common.  She looked wearily over at Jazen, the glow in her eyes much more suppressed than usual, and sighed faintly.  She hoped her efforts paid off in the end. "Hey....*pant* You..you alright..?"