Reea, having followed the group to the door, looked about the unfolding scene with a discomforting sence of helplessness. She was no fighter, her skill was escaping, and by the looks of it, the only place where she was likely to be of any assistance was already under control--Edna seemed to be in good hands.<br/><br/>Her hands fidgeted in the depths of her pockets, and in result, Rikit, the small black bat, poked its head from the coller of her jacket with nervously twitching ears. Its beady black eyes flickered sightlessly to the scene. It saw nothing, but its chirps unraveled the developing fight with more detail then sight could offer anyway. It understood its masters unease, but what it didn't understand is why she wasn't running. It was unlike her to stay so close to a fight.<br/><br/>Reea's mind was on different things. She couldn't help Edna, but maybe she could help Eliza. At the same time, she was likely to piss the girl off, but it was better then getting immobilized by getting the crap beat out of her. With a flick of her wrist, she brought her hand crossbow into aim, loaded a shaft tipped with her most affective paralyzing draft, and took aim for the maddened girl's leg. It was one of her smallest shafts, made to go deep enough only for the act of injecting the draft.<br/><br/><br/>Roll Result: Zayaah rolled: 8d10<br/>First Target Number: 8<br/>Comment: crossbow<br/>Result: 4, 2, 7, 2, 9, 5, 8, 8,<br/>For: 1, 1, 1, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0,<br/>Total: 3<br/>