Senna was wearing a long sleeve shirt and a pair of jean shorts. As usual, she wore dark hiking boots and shin-high socks. "Z needs to go." At this, Senna turned and looked at Lacy with very, very dark eyes. There was no light in her once-bright eyes. Her expression was a craized one, as if she was no longer Senna Sacker but an inmate at Arkham. Her cheeks were wet with streams. "You need to go, too." She hissed, raising her right sai. "I'm giving you [i]one [/i]chance to leave, for Dick's sake." She raised the sai, the metal caught the light and seemed to glow. "For the last time, get. The [i]f***[/i]. Out of my business, Lacy."