The woman didn't move right away. It was almost as if she were considering those also in the area, savoring their voices. Daniella merely stared.

Until she closed the distance between her and the man, slow as her movements may be. The hand she held to him clasped firmly around the sharp metal of the other's weapon, her eyes locked onto his eyes even as translucent pink slid from her hand and down the handle, dripping slowly to the floor.

She leaned forward, excessively close to his face as she gave him a demented smile. "It is time to go home, Sir."

Her other arm stabbed forward, hot poker aimed at the man's stomach.