[center][color=D5FF00][i][h1]Mali Anson[/h1][/i][/color][hr][b]Location:[/b] Queensguard
[b]Skills:[/b]N/A
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Mali took Wentworth's card; however, lacking her normal pockets or some sort of purse to stash her things in, had to find some place to stick the thing. She could only think of one that would be more or less secure, but she really didn't want to do that surrounded by so many people. However, the distressed yell was enough to draw everyone else's attention away from her. Given this brief window of opportunity, Mali slipped the card into her bra under the dress, making sure it wouldn't easily slip out just moving about.

Hands now free she quickly triangulated from where the disturbance came from. The more paranoid part of her brain told her to stay away, that was where all the danger was. But she was curious. She wanted to see what the hubbub was all about. She [i]needed[/i] to see. It was like Danica all over again. So Mali muscled her way through the crowd, allowing Zoie and Relic behind her much easier access if they followed her to find the body of Zatara lying on the ground, blood pooled in her mouth, spilled onto the floor to either side of her.

Mali grimaced in shock and disgust. Oh god, it really was like Danica. Now that she thought about it, she'd been to two parties while living in Justice and both of them had been interrupted by murder, at this rate, she'd never be able to go to another social event again, lest a trail of bodies litter the dance floor.

Cursed social life aside, she tried to figure out what exactly this was supposed to mean, and more importantly, what she was supposed to do in this situation. This was murder, no if ands or buts about it. Likely poison. Note to self: do not drink or eat anything else here. Chances were that she wasn't even close to being a blip on the map of these people, but she wasn't going to chance that. 

But whoever did this was likely targeting her specifically, and planned it to happen precisely at this time and place. Zatara's killer was doing this to send a message. A message to whom? Juno? Zoie? Her? Mali had no clue. Perhaps if she were some sort of train professional who could perform an autopsy on the former Justice right now, she'd be able to figure more out, but alas. She was just a girl who had to rely on speculation to make her way through these situations.

[color=D5FF00]"Should we be making our exit,"[/color] Mali whispered to Zoie, [color=D5FF00]"Or do you want for us to wait for the police to show up?"[/color] Last time the cops and media had been a giant hassle to deal with, and personally, she wasn't looking forward to doing it again. Relic's presence also probably made hanging around law enforcement something of a risk. But trying to leave now could also cause issues she couldn't think through at the moment. So she'd ask her more experienced partner for advice. If for whatever reason Zoie didn't seem capable or willing to take charge, then she'd step in for better or worse.