<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Poison</span></span><br/><em>Lethal Lady, Crazy Bitch</em><br/><strong>STR:</strong>0<strong>SPE:</strong>4<strong>INT:</strong>8<br/><strong>DUR:</strong>0<strong>AGL:</strong>4<strong>PER:</strong>4<br/><br/>Poison gets a spring in her step as she seems to decide something. Smiling under the gas mask, the grenade gun motions for her to get up.<br/><br/>"<strong>Alright, I've come to a decision. You are right, you do seem to be more valuable alive then dead- if for the strength stunt you just pulled. I'd love to get you in a lab and see how your muscles work, but alas- another time.<br/><br/>But I can't have you getting in my way either. So, here's the deal. You want to be unconscious or a hostage?</strong>" she remarks, trying desperately to remember if she packed a non-lethal chemical in this one. To be honest, she wasn't sure. Could be lethal, could be just a smokescreen. However it would go it would be fun to watch the results.<br/><br/>"<strong>I mean, don't take it personal. I really hope that this doesn't start our potential working relationship on a negative note. I mean, the conversation on Smart-Phone apps alone out to be a fun one, I just- you know- have a complex to infiltrate and a boss-lady to find. Do you want to be knocked out? Or taken as a hostage?</strong>"<br/><br/>She awaits Glam's decision, with a syringe in mind if she takes to long to decide. That will show her for wasting her time like this.