Resting her back against the wall, she sighted. "I need a freaking drink," she muttered. She stared at her ankle with mild amusement.
"I need information," she added. "Which I can only get from an intact head..." she looked at the destroyed ones. "I guess I won't be getting any. Now that the fight was over, she was annoyed with herself. Bigby would have had her skin for this.