[At first she isn't sure whether or not the words are directed at her as she sits huddled on the ground, bone still between her teeth. Her grips on each end of it tighten as she slowly pulls it from her mouth, gaze half lidded as she looks in the direction of Molly's voice. No, he isn't addressing her, rather he's talking as if the man he seems to be looking for is still alive.
Hah. About that...
Pulling herself up off the ground she stands, dusting herself off. It doesn't do much. After all there's blood around her mouth and down her throat, staining the collar of her dress. There are a few leaves in her hair too. The bone she's holding in hand is pretty incriminating as well.
Not that she cares.]
He can't hear you, you know.
[She calls out, answering in lieu of her victim. Does she have any idea how Molly might react to seeing her in such a state? No, not at all...but right now she doesn't really care. If he wants to reduce her to...this then so be it.]
no subject
Hah. About that...
Pulling herself up off the ground she stands, dusting herself off. It doesn't do much. After all there's blood around her mouth and down her throat, staining the collar of her dress. There are a few leaves in her hair too. The bone she's holding in hand is pretty incriminating as well.
Not that she cares.]
He can't hear you, you know.
[She calls out, answering in lieu of her victim. Does she have any idea how Molly might react to seeing her in such a state? No, not at all...but right now she doesn't really care. If he wants to reduce her to...this then so be it.]