[Hawke lets out a long, low sigh of relief as his body slumps. At least Laura is safe now. She lets go of him, wiping her hand on his shirt. Damn, it's going to take a lot of washing to get the blood and... fuck, she doesn't want to think about what else is on her hand and under her nails.

His arm's interesting, but she's not about to hack it off and sell it or something. That'd be a little obvious. But there is his bag, and like any good Thedosian, she rummages through it for anything useful. Sadly, there's not much. Some money (which she pockets), extra clothes, old food...

Ah.

She pulls out a phone. Shut off at the moment, but it could have some useful info.]

Now this might be worth something. Let's see who you've been talking to. If you have any friends from your little cult still scurrying about, I'd love to meet them.

[And do the same to them what she did to Shiloh. Because she's generous like that.]

But I'm afraid that, while this was entertaining, I need to go. I'll let the authorities deal with you. Maybe any friends you have left will take the hint when they find out you're dead.

[And she'd rather not be here for the authorities. Let them wonder who killed him. She pockets his phone and heads off, wondering how she was going to proceed with what she had.]