A chill grips Brie at the disturbing image, and a powerful shiver runs down her back. For a moment she considers going back for some more alcohol, but, taking another deep breath, she quickly composes herself. "I don't know, but here goes, lass! I hope you've got my back!" She shouts, before charging the window headlong, trusting in her psionic armor to protect her from the glass.<br/><br/>She tenses in midair, preparing to tumble through her fall as she enters the street.