"Like I said: hands are soaked clean through. I don't shirk my duty onto someone else just to spare m'self. Ain't gonna start now," She said as she watched him walk out the door. Her eyes went back to the people in the rooms before her. One of them started to drool...<br/><br/>"...like a lamb to the slaughter..." And with that she drew one of her swords from the back of her hips and gave a brief whip of a flourish. She flexed her other hand, gloved. She then raised her voice to call out to those nearby.<br/><br/>"REAVER IN THE HOLD!" and then, as per usual Detta, she kicked down the door instead of opening it. Dramatic, yes, but effective. The person turning stopped their struggling and all their focus was on her -- nothing and no one else. Detta's actions might not be the typical for showing she cares, but it is the only way she understood how. There wasn't an ounce of hesitation in the redhead's movements she swept into the room, her gloved hand covering the Changeling's mouth where it lay strapped in bed and her sword came down through a gap in the ribs and through the body... through the heart and lungs and and spine and into the bed beneath. She let go of the sword only to hold the Changeling down, to keep it from thrashing too much.<br/><br/>It went still.<br/><br/>Detta didn't move. She continued to hold the body down, being sure it was completely dead, rather than faking. The next thing she did assured that -- she stood, removing her sword from the Changeling's body and in a fluid motion, she decapitated it. Her dust-coated form was now spattered with blood.<br/><br/>When she emerged from that room, that would be when she saw Pontius standing there with the canteen of water. When he pressed it into her hands she nodded and opened it before pouring some down her throat and gulping. After a good few moments she stopped and gasped for air, clearly having needed that.<br/><br/>"If this dust storm doesn't stop soon, we ain't gonna to have any clean water springs to go to... And Randy only has so much in the store room at the Common House," The Common House being essentially a tavern, or inn for what few wanderers come by, but mostly a mess-hall for the residents. It was where everyone went to eat and get their food supplies.<br/><br/>She looked up several inches into Pontius's face and listened as he spoke about the swords and nodded, "Might take you up on that..." She said as she moved to stand in front of the second isolation room, just waiting for the inevitable. The man in the room looked terrified, but Detta looked confident. Her eyes as she watched the man in that room were like a rock, a lifeline for him to hold onto. She wasn't going to make him more scared than he was -- he already knew he was waiting to die.<br/><br/>