[u][h2]Carrie Walsh[/h2][/u]

Carrie raised her eyebrows as 'Bubbles' spat words out at her, clearly not appreciating the nickname. To be honest, what he said was confusing at best. She wasn't sure if he wanted her dead or if he was hitting on her. Quite possibly both. On the plus side, he wasn't trying to kill the guard anymore.

Her thoughts were interrupted as the creepy guy seemed to start freaking out a bit, pouring out fog like a broken smoke machine. She felt nervous, uneasy. Whatever he was doing, she decided, she'd rather he didn't. Still, it meant that if she messed with Bubbles he'd probably blame the kid, which she had no problem with. What could go wrong, besides the very real possibility of being blown up? Not enough to stop her, that was for sure.

And so, backing away from the confrontation with a dismissive shake of her head, and an irritated muttering under her breath, she conjured up a mess of shadows, which swirled around his head and plunged him into darkness.

Anyone who could see her face would notice the wide, sadistic smile that crossed it, particularly when, a few seconds later, she changed her illusion, and the shadows floated upwards, transformed into a cloud of illusory bubbles.