SWAT grunts as she fumbles her way over to the railing three stories above the main floor where a food court resides.  "No." She murmurs to no one, eyes fluttering as her stomach runs into the bar.  It's wonderfully painful.  Her beautiful body bends over the golden bar, hair hanging down as her eyes blur again.  Hands loosen on the railing and the superheroine falls, crashing down onto a table where two young women were having a nice dinner.  They cry out at the sudden entrance of SWAT falling onto their table.<br/><br/>Her breasts jiggle from the sudden impact and the steel table gives way as the young superheroine writhes on the floor.  "Nnnngh." She grunts, she's not sure if she did that on purpose or if it was the person in head...or the chloroform.  Either way, she's dazed, mind just cloudy enough that she can't see straight to her own thoughts.  She should have handled that better, but the bitter sweet smell of chloroform...how could she resist that?  No one's ever had the balls to chloroform her before.  Damn does it feel good...