<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Poison</span></span><br/><em>The Other Kind of Femme Fatale</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/>"<strong>No worries there, I mix up knockout gases with dozens of people in mind. Dozens of big, burly men with healthy metabolic rates and good immune systems.</strong>" Poison remarks with a bit of a giggle.<br/><br/>"<strong>No need for rope or carrying you, you'd be unconscious for days- and officially not my problem.</strong>"<br/><br/>When she goes for her bag she keeps the same carefully calculated difference. Watching the occupants of the bag being assessed, she has to be honest.<br/><br/>"<strong>Got to say, I never got into the expensive stuff. Making it, sure- improving, yes. But using it? I just never see a difference. If it helps I kind of sympathize. I know I get angry when my good and expensive chemicals get ruined by some idiot. Remind me to tell you about a Dr. Andrew Goode sometimes, assuming we survive.</strong>" she adds as Glam gets ready to go.<br/><br/>"<strong>So, you don't know the way either? That's a bit of a problem. Still- they didn't place these corridors at random. There's always going to be a pattern. How about you just start walking behind you, I'll keep this distance- and this weapon- and we'll just see what happens.</strong>" she remarks with a not entirely sane giggle.<br/><br/>"<strong>But just to be on the safe side, on a scale of 1 to 10, how pissed would Laprade be if I end up killing a bunch of rent-a-cops on the way? A chemical for every occasion, as they say.</strong>"