[ And then there's the gun. In vivid detail and carelessly held, pointing at Kitty. In a flash the darkness falls off Diane's face, unveiling crazed eyes and a sneer. ]
Don't make me shoot you, whore! [ Reid moves, pulling her attention back. ]
Don't... she's not important. You have me. See? You have me. You have what you wanted, you can let her go.