That... had been something. Doll took a deep breath as she watched the man finally stop twitching and die from the poison - or the arrow to the dome, either really could have done it, but both was a definite - and with a glance back at the drow it was clear she'd finished the job. Folding up her scythe, she scanned the room quickly, and found her gun had been blasted away from the hallway to the floor nearby... must have hit the stage since it wasn't covered in drugs somehow. She picked it up, made to holster it... but thought for a moment before sighing.<br/><br/>Doll made her way quietly up the catwalk, to the drow woman whom sat there, broken, crying, trembling... such a young drow too, right in her prime. Doll felt a little bad for her, considering she'd blown up and then killed her two boyfriends in that order in mere moments. Still, one made it so he had to die, the other was dead before she'd gotten here. And she had a lovely slash wound and a hole in her suit where a bolt stuck in her prosthetic shoulder to show for it. Come to think of it, there were now almost twenty people dead all said and done, but from the evidence she had, it was warranted...<br/><br/>...what about her though? Certainly she could identify her later, certainly she had every reason to be angry at her, want her dead...<br/><br/>...Doll wasn't trained to kill unarmed, non-aggressive civilians though...<br/><br/><strong>"Girl, look at me,"</strong>she said calmly, quietly, aiming her gun at the woman's head.<strong>"There are only two ways this can go... what would you have me do?"</strong>