<br/><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 doesn't move at first, not seeming to react at all beyond the basic 'get out of the way reflex'. The small grenade launcher- well, grenade tosser really- keeps it's position as she takes in the surroundings.<br/><br/>One would think this one was one of the vapid little shallow pretty ones with which a grenade of Potassium Cyanide in her mouth would be a blessing for the world and for her a relief from her meaningless and empty existence.<br/><br/>'Would think', being key words there. Poison didn't miss three very important details. How loud the sound was when the bag hit that wall, how far it flew, and while it was too dark to know for sure she could of sworn she saw a crater<em>in the concrete</em>. The ominous breathing from the gas mask holds steady as she compiles this evidence and comes up with a hypothesis.<br/><br/>Given that this was LaPrade Tower, shoddy workmanship was highly unlikely. Superhuman strength? She considers firing one of the more lethal payloads just for self-protection- but the point of 'more valuable alive' does have it's merits.<br/><br/>One of the broken lights gives up the ghost completely, and now that the lighting is stable again she figured this one would figure out the female shape, maybe even the blond hair done up tightly to keep it out of the way.<br/><br/>"<strong>I wonder if Laprade would see it that way.</strong>" she finally says flatly, with a certainly feminine voice under the mask. The gas gun doesn't exactly go away but now it gets pointed only in the general direction instead of directly.<br/><br/>"<strong>But then again, I guess I'm not one to talk.</strong>" she adds, in consideration with a smile under the mask. Oh yes, she's had fun- best to see what this was about so she can let out more Red.<br/><br/>"<strong>I think we need to find the Lady-Who-Wears-The-Big-Girl-Pants in this place. She'll want to know about her lock on the back door. Just waiting for someone to apply a strong dose of a few choice acids- shameful really. Tsk Tsk.</strong>" she speaks, sounding almost stream of consciousness there for a moment.<br/><br/>"<strong>Besides, I think I'm late for an appointment. She should know that the Doctor is In, so to speak.</strong>"