The woman edged back a step, looking behind her. A look of pain crossed her face and the she clutched her hands back against her stomach, shaking her head. "In the X-ray room," she said. "They... they..."

Invisible, Loki crept slowly and soundlessly up behind Barnaby, dagger out. Like he had with so many of the others (my but mortals were easy to manipulate) he aimed to go for the hamstrings, a disabling strike.