[ She hears the crack of his nice and winces, but everything else happens so fast. The thief throwing up has her attention, her brow furrowed with confusion and her mouth parting just enough in disgust. It's about the most expression she'll make before she regards Adrian more coldly, not answering. She's fine but she sees his bleeding nose and frowns. Better that than a cracked skull on tile floor but he still got hurt. If she could have done anything better in the moment she's going to direct that frustration immediately to the puking perpetrator, roughly grabbing him by the ankle and hoisting him up in the air. ]
Enough games. [ She raises him and shakes him like a ragdoll. Money tumbles out of his pockets, as does some fruit, cheeses, and whatever other things he was trying to steal. ]
[ What the fuuu— It's literal word vomit as he has another convulsion, this time upside down and splashing obscenely all over the floor. She gives one last another waggle, shaking out the last drips. ] Don't you have something to say to him?
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Enough games. [ She raises him and shakes him like a ragdoll. Money tumbles out of his pockets, as does some fruit, cheeses, and whatever other things he was trying to steal. ]
[ What the fuuu— It's literal word vomit as he has another convulsion, this time upside down and splashing obscenely all over the floor. She gives one last another waggle, shaking out the last drips. ] Don't you have something to say to him?