So, her cybernetics were a bit of a give-away... well, that was very valuable information to know. Unfortunately, it meant that in the future she'd have to be more careful, such as with the bolt she caught in her shoulder before. And 'every other supplier,' so something told her that this was going to be the first of many of these tasks. Quite interesting...<br/><br/>She named off every drug, and Doll had a cursory familiarity with most of them. Lust being the least familiar one to her, probably the newest. But most importantly:<br/><br/><strong>"...Nei? Well Nei, I think you're right about 'wishful thinking'..."</strong>Doll replied, then after a few more seconds she swiftly holstered her weapon, then with her foot she pushed the woman forward, then down so she was laying on her stomach.<strong>"See, mysterious explosions work for civilians and paper-pushers, but to the people who actually want to kill you? No, 'mysterious circumstances' doesn't cut it; they're going to keep looking. But photographic proof of death? Public, irrevocable knowledge of your demise? That'll do the trick.<br/><br/>"Now, I've got a datapad from some bitch upstairs who was into some freaky gore-fetishism, lots of unsolved murders on that datapad, and it's going to 'mysteriously' show up on the PD's doorstep. It's going to also provide proof of her death, and the death of everyone prior to the explosion that's going to take place. Including the young drow, Nei... so you're going to lay there, 'play dead,' and I'm going to make it look like that bullet hole I put in you was a LOT more lethal than it actually was, got it?"</strong><br/><br/>THAT would be easy: that red drug replicated red blood cells, and from a photo would look EXACTLY like blood. All she had to do was get some of that, and put it on the drow's outfit, and around her body. Once she was done making it look legitimately like a crime was committed - well, crime was a harsh word; if she were a cop this would have been a statistic during a raid - all she had to do was snap a picture of her at an angle that made it look as bad as possible. She'd also snap pictures of the other two big names, Grom and Charles, and pictures of the drugs and everything else. Once Doll was sure she had more than enough proof of demise and damnation:<br/><br/><strong>"Alright, get up, and strip, <em>everything</em>,"</strong>she said, completely serious.<strong>"The cops might say drow all look alike, but your style is clearly yours, and those 'bloodstains' will stand out anywhere. When you're done stripping, you're climbing on my back - no I'm not kidding - and I'm hauling you out of here after we set off those explosives..."<br/><br/>"I guess before that though... if there's anything that is NOT drugs that you want to grab, or any valuables we can take, we should probably grab them..."</strong>