He has a point. She drops her gaze again, realizing that she hadn't picked up on most of what had been said over the comms. She was too busy getting her kicks on feeling another human's body break under her fingers.

She wonders if there will be dried blood under her fingernails for a long time. Probably. Maybe she'll pick it out with a nail file, or maybe if she washes her hands soon enough it won't be a problem.

She finds it absurd that that's dominating her thoughts right now.

She pulls her gun out, pops open the chamber, removes the sole remaining bullet, and holds them both out to Daniel. She's more scared of him right now than she was during all the chaos that preceded now. He has her trapped, powerless. He saw her in a moment of passionate evil, and he can judge her now. Worse, he could judge her and then tell Marco.

Oh God, what is she going to tell her son?

That thought manages to obliterate any concerns about the blood from her mind.