Heather had all the confidence in the world in Gabriel. "You know... His wife is something you've never seen before. And I bet she could sniff your ass out, no matter what body you took." She didn't like the idea of being a hostage though. Even though that was what she was, even now. But everything in her told her not to let him drag her into that room.
"Sorry Robin, when you're back to yourself I'll kiss it better, I promise." She knew Robin's thin boots wouldn't Murdoch from feeling anything, but the appology would keep him guessing a little. Without anyother warning Heather stomped down as hard as she could on Not!Robin's foot, putting every ounce of her body weight into it. Even if it meant he cut her, it wasn't likely he'd hit a major artery. And it wasn't like Gabriel couldn't fix her right? As long as it kept her out of that fucking room.