Deep breaths, Euna. Deep breaths. You are Good Cop. You are supposed to be Good Cop. You can't play Good Cop Bad Cop if Good Cop goes bad. Just breathe. Offer him another out. Sooner or later he'll have had enough oxygen to leap for one and then you can have your friend back. Remember that word? That's a good word, focus on it. There's positive signs in his rambling, if you really think about it. So just calm down for his sake, calm down and...

Eunicorn. Message boards. Idol.

...Idol. 

NOPE!

Nobody sees her move. First she's standing by the door with her arms folded over her chest, and then immediately after that she's grabbed Sara by the collar at the back of her neck and dragged her out of her chair. There's no filler frames. Snap, snap. She frowns, possibly unsure who to hit. She settles for ramming both their heads together with a satisfyingly dully clunk.

Then she yanks Sara back again and stands as straight and tall as she can manage, cracking her neck to hide how deep her blush is.

"Not! In! Front! Of! The! Prisoner! You! [i]Moron![/i]"

[Errant's backfired Assess question turnaround!
-What is Victor most vulnerable to right now?
-Is it possible to gag a man with his own nanite limbs?]