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"Ow."
It had seemed safe enough to stop off in the bathroom of the lobby after an undisturbed elevator ride, so Quinn had decided to make use of Wolfram and Hart's facilities to wash the worst of the blood off her face. She knew she'd draw stares if she hit the sidewalk like this, so a quick wash-up didn't seem too risky.
Besides, if the old guy in Jill's office had wanted to cause her trouble, he'd have done it already.
She cupped some water into her palm and rinsed her mouth out for the third time, wincing at the pain of the cut on the inside of her cheek. But when she spat, there was less blood splattering onto the porcelain of the sink. The redhead looked at herself closely in the mirror, trying to ascertain if her nose was really broken or not. If it was, a certain bitch lawyer was going to get the bill to have it set.
"I should have shot you," she muttered, dabbing at a cut above her right eye with a damp paper towel. "Next time, I will. Bitch."
( Shaking Hands With Evil )
"Oh, I've got a real good memory," Quinn said to the empty bathroom as she watched the door close. She looked down at her hands again, flexed them to test their stiffness. But she would probably make herself write everything down, just in case, just to make sure she didn't forget any details.
She checked out her reflection in the mirror one last time before taking off, examining the straightness of her nose critically. Vicky was going to be surprised about the change when she saw her again, that was for sure. Not long for that now...
"There's blood in the water, Jill," she muttered, taking a quick look out into the hall for any passing security guard who might be around before stepping out into the hall. "Let's see who the sharks get first."
(Marie was written by E.)
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