She arched an eyebrow at this guy that had the audacity to sneak up on her. He seemed to have broken one of her ribs. How he did so didn't really matter to her, nor did she care. As far as she was concerned, she could hardly even feel the rib that was broken. What was it supposed to do? Scare her? Ha! She didn't get scared. Was it supposed to be painful? Ha! Pain didn't bother her. In fact, pain was something that she found to be quite...enjoyable. Breaking a rib, wasn't going to slow her down in the least. She took a few slow steps towards Grimm, when another guy walked into the room. She didn't even acknowledge the guys presence. She only had one guy in her sights right now. That, and from being locked up for months on end she had a lot of pent up rage she needed to get rid of.

[b]"Was that supposed to hurt?[/b] She cocked her head to the side, seeming to be an attempt to mock him in some way. [b]"Because I didn't feel a thing, creature."[/b] She took a few more steps towards him before continuing. [b]"I wouldn't snap those fingers of yours again either,"[/b] She warned. [b]"Unless you want to loose it. So be a good boy and lemme blast you to bits so I can dance on whats left of your corpse."[/b]