Miss Fed wasn't quite so in charge at the moment. Roland kept his weight on her pinned arm, just in case she decided to do any more kicking. They were probably just footsies anyway."You know why we're here. We only came for the toys. If we'd known you were here we would have brought an adapted or five." A small stutter started in Roland's chest, like an old starter trying to turn over. " And you think the outcome would have been different? Tell me, Noel, am I using my mutation now? Or is it possible that your arrogance is ill placed?"

Before her mouth could open, the knife poked against her cheek. It was pushing in, probably just barely breaking the skin, not deep enough to draw blood.Yet. " No need to answer. It was rhetorical. But now that you mention it, I don't particularly care for Adapteds nor do I care for you meddling in my affairs. You got those toys. I hope you enjoy them. You cost me quite a bit of money as well. Money, as we both know, is fleeting...just like beauty.' The angle of the knife took a sharp turn and in one motion, Roland impaled her cheek and pulled the knife through until it snapped through the side of her mouth.

He stepped back, letting her drop to the ground and bleed. He dropped the knife as well. " If you need fingerprints, there they are. I just wanted you to know that you are not the only one capable of applying pressure. Next time you see me, bringing a goon squad of Adaptards would be an excellent idea. At least stop using those silly bludgeons." He left her there, in a heap of ouch. Hopefully she would be wise and keep her mouth shut as left the scene. Oh, wait, she couldn't leave her mouth shut. It brought a smile to Roland's face.

Knife poking made small beads of blood form at the tip of the blade. Noel's eyes strained to see around the round of her cheek. To see the wetness gathering and sliding.

Suddenly that wasn't a problem anymore.

He dropped her. Her hands went to her face. She wished... that she had something to throw at him. One of those 'silly bludgeons' maybe. Anything to take her anger out on him for making her hurt. For making it public. For killing those people. For leaving her alive but broken.