blood-spattered angel

[Locked to friends]
[As the feed flashes on Beatrix looks at the camera head-on, head slightly tilted and her lips in a thin line. She's sequestered in her cabin and looks tired but is steely-eyed as ever, emotion shoved far out of the way. There are more important things to get to.] How bad was it for you? Any damage done? [No mention of her public and sadistic threat. She doesn't see why it would be an issue.]

[Locked to Kon and Steph]
Tell me what happened to you. Please say you're all right.

[Locked to Arya]
Check in. Were you harmed or sent to Zero during the takeover?

[Locked to Ben]
Do I assume correctly in guessing we need to talk?

[Locked to Chris]
... Jesus fuck. [Enough said.]

[Locked to Riddick and Slade]
[Beatrix had threatened the partial truth out of Narvin easily enough, although he'd said nothing to incriminate either of them. Still, she has a sneaking suspicion they were playing her. There's still respect for both of them there, but she is Not Amused. Flatly, face and eyes blank:] Go ahead. Whatever you're going to say, say it.

[Locked to Narvin]
You're a son of a bitch, you know that? [She glares at the camera, but her tone's more resigned and annoyed than malicious.] How's the eye?