A wide smile spread across Bonesaw’s face as she settled into a cross-legged position on the floor, facing Amy.
Have we seen her not smile yet?
“I- no. Please.”
“You’re a healer, but you can do so much more. Why don’t you go out in costume?”
I mean, we have seen her out in costume. But these days, I suppose she’s dividing her attention between Mark and the hospitals with no time left for that.
Amy didn’t respond. There was no right answer here.
“Are you afraid to hurt someone? That could be our first exercise.”
She’s willing to mess with people using negative effects, but the worst we’ve really seen was giving Taylor a headache.
Amy shook her head.
“Murder rat, come here. Hack Job, back off.”
Well. How are you going to get out of this one, Amy?
Hack Job let go of her, and she tried to scramble away, but Murder Rat pounced on her, pressing her down against the ground. The woman smelled rank, like a homeless person.
Probably the scent of wild city mice.
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