[Laura's brain switches gears, when the new scent hits her nostrils. The child Villanelle runs into is small for her age, tucked away in the dimness of the morning by the mouth of a back alleyway — she's crouched down over what appears to be the figure of a woman who has very clearly flown the mortal coil. Laura turns to the stalking, annoyed City Safety Officer, revealing patches of blood on her shirt and jacket.
No visible weapon, yet. But as she starts walking toward Villanelle with blood-red eyes—
Ah, andthen the claws come back out, two from each knuckle.
She looks particularly eager to reach the woman, lips curled into a snarl.]
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No visible weapon, yet. But as she starts walking toward Villanelle with blood-red eyes—
Ah, andthen the claws come back out, two from each knuckle.
She looks particularly eager to reach the woman, lips curled into a snarl.]