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[img]https://i.ibb.co/sPhkRcz/amy-snack-edit.png[/img][hr][hr][b][color=BA68A6]Location:[/color][/b] Serval Industries - Labs 
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She stood stock still before she retrieved her hammer in a dazed like state.  Bobbi was slowly processing what had happened here and it was all coming together.  Tears pricked the corners of her eyes as she hefted the weight of the hammer over her shoulder.  When Gardner came in she had the sense to show the guilt she was starting to feel.  She had failed.  Good god, someone had died.  She really wanted a hit of something.  Anything.  A cigarette.  Yeah that would do...

And then Watts spoke.

And Bobbi shattered.

She rounded on him, her eyes filled with tears which were beginning to smudge her make-up.  Her footfalls were steady as she approached the manufactured speedster.  Her shoulders were hunched as her stance became predatorial.  The hammer's staff was worked in her palms as she rubbed over them as if she were a baseball player refining her grip.  Her body was shaking with the rage and grief she felt.  Bobbi had only known Andrew a short while but he was one of two people here, maybe three, who treated her with any decency or kindness.

She swung the hammer.  It had not been her intention to truly hit Watts.  Just throw her weight around so to speak.  And throw it around she did.  Her body, under a barrage of emotions she refused to usually deal with, followed the hammer and she fell to the ground at Watts' feet.  Her face burned with her embarrassment and a choked sob escaped her lips.  [color=BA68A6]"Fuck you.  You were here too you fucking fuck.  If this is my fault its your fucking fualt too you pompous, egomaniacal, sociopath!"[/color]  Her words rose in pitch until she screeched out the word 'sociopath.'  She then turned her gaze up at the man.  [color=BA68A6]"Fucking quit.  I'm not gonna.  Cuz I don't back out on my people like that.  I don't throw the blame and I want to see the Witch burn."[/color]  She stood, standing in front of the scientist - quite tiny in comparison.  Tears streamed freely down her face. [color=BA68A6] "Don't let the door hit you on the way out, coward."[/color]  She flipped him the bird right in his beady, red, stupid eyes before storming over to the witch, dragging her hammer behind her, and searching for something to tie the bitch up with.

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Wesley let go when the speedster became too much to hold.  He held his arms up in a placating position - think Chris Pratt trying to calm velociraptors.  His eyes burned cold as he watched the man lose his shit.  When he mentioned the death of their teammate being his and Bobbi's fault.  Her immediately bristled and a low growl escaped his throat.  He understood the man was upset, he was speaking from pure emotion.  But with Watts he likely meant it.

It was too much for Bobbi it seemed.  Wes lowered his arms as he watched the girl attempt an attack on Watts which failed miserably.  He did not intercede in her rant and let her go take care of the very unconscious and bloody woman.  He turned his attention back to Gardner.  [color=88AC85]"I am not totally sure myself ma'am.  It seems I arrived too late to be of any help."[/color]  He brushed his hand through his hair as he looked over the mess in the lab.  [color=88AC85]"I think once these two calm down a bit we can get some sort of story.  If you don't mind, I will take that over and report to you."[/color]  He didn't want her to get any information he was not comfortable with her having in his hands.