Re: [In the warehouse.]
[The panic just builds when he tackles her. Oh, she's used to the weight of him, but everything is Ra's at the moment, and she fights him uselessly. Nails to his face and a kick of her legs. Blood from her wrists and ankles smear against the suit, and her eyes are unfocused with panic. She doesn't even try to talk him out of it; she's too intent on freedom.]