[h2]Alice Marlowe[/h2]

This was, without a doubt, the single most pathetic specimen of humanity Alice had ever met. First random vandalism escalating to a risky fight and yet, when she lost, Irene had called on backup to threaten civilians. A centipede had more moral backbone than this nutjob--and yet there wasn't really much choice but to let her go. That wasn't to say that the white-haired girl was gentle about it; the feeling of hair slithering backwards over stab wounds before giving a push couldn't be pleasant.

Not seeing any reason to stick around, she started walking towards the crowd in general. What were these idiots going to do to stop her? The guns wouldn't work and any attempt to get in close would show that she was more than a pretty face. Letting someone like that go...  it left a bad taste, and flooring one of her buddies would be fine by Alice.

For now, she was going to get dinner. They were welcome to try and stop her if they really wanted.