Effie grumbled as she slid a pair of sunglasses on, heading over to the scne, putting a foot on Jonathan's back as he reached for his toxin, making sure to press down and smirked as she heard his glasses break against the cement.
She reached down, pulling the arrow free of the jacket and cement, sliding it into a holster on her leg that looked...too well designed to hold stray arrows. "Ya wanna hurry up and cuff them before I get bored?" she asked Barara, her bostonian accent thick...and familiar.