"But, so... He just doesn't kill anymore? Just stopped?" She took the vial with a nod of thanks. "It would be nice, thanks," she says, deadpan. She didn't even open it yet, wondering if there was a reason he saved the vial until after he dropped that bomb or if he even knew. Her face goes completely cold. Being separated from her job was number one on her list of terrible things that could happen to her. Not being able to ever kill again is a close number two on that list. "Superheroes, running around castrating serial killers. I suppose that applies to me too, then. So this IS Hell." Her fingers pop the top on the vial and she squeezes a few drops on her tongue, then calmly puts it away so she doesn't break it. "FUCK!"