"But..."  She might have been paying attention elsewhere, but she'd seen the same file that Elisabeth had, heard her talk about the killer.  And all it made her want to do was corner him and riddle him full of holes.  Her ears drooped a little.  "...okay."  She barely reacted to being smacked on her ass.  If Elisabeth didn't want her help...she didn't need it.  She was crazy powerful as it was to begin with, right?  So why worry herself over the whole thing?<br/><br/>"Let's...let's go to my place so I can get what I need, and then we can go on over to the support group."  She seemed much more subdued now than before.  Almost like Elisabeth's statements had stolen her own thunder.  And maybe it had.  Maybe she was feeling insecure and needed a little bit of support from a special someone...