The sea of rioters parted as Spect walks down the bar lined hall. She wore a smile, well... A smile is a bit much. Her face was more like a distorted grimace that kinda gave the impression she was please. Or that she was going to throw up. There was blood already dripping from her hands. The thick liquid rolling down her fingers and leaving a trail in her wake.<br/><br/>"What's the rush?" She purrs at the little warden and the other woman. Her hand lifting to lick some of her blood from her middle finger as she coldly eyes the women.