<div class="floatright"> (http://i627.photobucket.com/albums/tt357/Niferbelle/futureponytail-1.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Phaedra Leitner</strong></span><br/><strong>Age:</strong>27<br/><strong>Crime:</strong>Attempted murder<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Library Reading Room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/><br/>Everything took on a surreal quality for Phaedra once she flinched and covered up from the beam collapsing and she had a moment to process the shock. She felt a sort of detached empathy for the poor doctor, she wasn't entirely immune to the horror of it, but there was also something else pulsing through her. She was no firebug. She had no impulse toward arson, no thrill in seeing something burn and yet her eyes gleamed a bit as she glanced up at the gaping, burning hole in the ceiling. She felt suddenly infused with energy, the energy of chaos, the thrill of watching the order of everything so quickly, beautifully, and savagely dismantled. It was a shame about the doctor, she'd seemed well-intentioned enough and certainly didn't deserve such a fate, but remaking the world was bound to come with casualties and the doctor would just be the first of countless many. Thousands? Millions?<br/><br/>She shrugged out of her suit jacket then dumped a bottle of water on it before holding it up to her face as a barrier to the smoke. She moved in behind Drake as he attempted to reach the doctor, prepared to help if he had any success, but it was soon clear it couldn't be done.<br/><br/>"Damn," she swore softly, then touched him lightly on the back before she had to be in motion again, feeling like she couldn't be contained, feeling like...Shadowplay...dancing amid the flames of anarchy. It was intoxicating. She paused as she moved past Sarah as the girl made her observation about life expectancy and gave her a smile. "You're right! We will! I believe there should be an extinguisher back by the restrooms. Let's just hope it's still there and still functional."<br/><br/>She scampered back in that direction, squinting against the smoke, not planning to take more than a moment to see if one was there before seeing to the all important job of getting herself out.<br/>