The box was quickly closed and put back into her robes, and with an accomplished smile and gait, she stepped over to the prone body of her newly acquired captive. She lowered herself onto her haunches and reached out to touch his temple.
"Killing is so anti-climactic," she said, half to herself and half to him. "I used to be able to take people to the brink of death over and over without allowing them to pass, but now, I have no choice but to kill. It is truly quite sad, don't you think?"
She laughed. "Perhaps you can think on it and let me know. For now, let us go to my companion's flat where I will expect you to tell me all about how you know my face. Believe me, if you don't tell me the truth, I will know, and I will punish you for it."
Her hand closed around a petrified shoulder, and moments later, they disapparated in Jayne's living room. She levitated the boy's body with a spell and brought him into the bedroom, dropping him onto the floor with a thud.
"Now, you spend some time thinking, and when I'm back, we'll have ourselves a little chat. Won't we?"
And with that, Pandora closed the door, leaving the room dark and silent.