Once Z fell onto the ground, she covered her broken nose while shooting Sparrow a glare. The glare quickly dissipated to a more shameful look. Something in the corner of her eyes caught her attention. Her face paled as she looked over Sparrow's shoulder, and whatever she was looking at scared her more than Sparrow. She glanced back to the young woman threatening her life then looked at the ground. She didn't seem to try to be fighting against her. Z knew what she had done, even if she had no control over what she was doing.