"I think you probably do," Nitrous said, running her nails gently along his scalp. It was actually very easy to kill someone with nitrous oxide. Breathing it continuously, instead of air, would smother someone just as effectively as choking them. Nitrous' hands twitched.
Plenty of members of her family wouldn't have thought twice about it. To be a Drug was to have power, and to have power meant taking revenge.
She sighed and let her hand fall away from Doc's head. That wasn't her. She wasn't a killer. Nitrous liked laughing and fast cars and junk food. She didn't want to bring death and violence into her life.
"You're in trouble," she said, scowling. "Like, so much of it."