Bran smiled from beneath his hood, regarding the needle for a moment before turning his attention back to her. "What was in this? Oh, you'll find out soon enough. Very soon, in fact." Tonight this poor girl was going to represent everyone who'd ever wronged him in the past, along with everyone who planned to in the future - even those who thought about it. He'd be damned if he was going to let her or someone like her stand between himself and Lotte.
"Didn't want to post? Is that what you think this is about?" He shook his head as she fell to the ground in a heap, nudging her with the toe of his shoe. "This is about so much more than that - but I will admit, it did push things into motion." As he spoke he slid a plastic cover over the needle's tip before shoving it back into his pocket. Kneeling on the ground beside her, Bran deftly covered her mouth with duct tape before pulling her to her feet. "Don't worry, we won't be going far." He pulled one of her arms so it hung loosely around his shoulders, while supporting her with an arm around her waist. The final touch was to pull her hood over her head, obscuring her face from view.
Bran knew the place to go - where no one would disturb them, where no one would hear a thing even if she could make a sound. He half-dragged, half-carried her along the sidewalk, heading back towards Bellum. It was almost maddeningly slow, but he could be patient for now, considering what lay ahead. He waited until he was sure no one was in sight before entering the building, turning sharply in the direction of the basement. But his destination lay even further, down into the catacombs themselves.