"If you have time to do it, you should have time to take care of after. If you don't, then you shouldn't be killing anything in the first place." She was angry, certainly, but a part of her knew that her words must have been falling on deaf ears. She wasn't surprised, she knew his type, even if she couldn't be certain that he was as bad as some of the others. Flora hoped not.

Her eyes narrowed as he reached into his jacket. It could have been for anything, and she would have liked to have been proven wrong, but she had a feeling it might not have been for anything good.

"What are you doing?"