Well then, let's see how long they can keep up with it, hm?

Some of them would prefer not to.

"I think if we find somewhere to sleep they might just find us later..." she says with a laugh.

"Let's do that, then."

"Alright."

Finding somewhere already deserted in New York City is going to be significantly harder, but it's still early enough in the night Mora doesn't mind spending some time looking.

They, or Eliana alone, could clear an appropriate place out. If the search is taking too tong.

...She'd want to talk to Nausicaa before killing anyone herself, though she's certainly willing to be conspicuously, non-fatally terrifying...

Then they mightn't need to spend as long looking for a place to stay. And Eliana can clean up any mess that this may cause.

She gets notably excited, yearning, at the mess.

Eliana can drag it out longer than she might otherwise, make a little show of it. It's astonishing how much blood a single human contains, and how much power there is in that blood if one is clever about using it.

She is not going to kill people until Nausicaa says it's okay - 

But she is very squirmy.

Another thing blood magic can do is control a victim's movements. Eliana sends the last survivor crawling across the floor to flip over at her feet. An enormous bloody slash cuts across their torso, pulsing with each heartbeat. Any slight disturbance will break the surface tension and cause them to bleed out within seconds.

!!!

She holds her breath, feeling like she's teetering over an edge - 

The blood pulses faster as the victim's heart speeds up, red and inviting, threatening to spill out on its own.

Surely if he's going to die anyways - 

It's kinder, isn't it, to speed things along?

(Mora is possibly an immoral person modeling an amoral person's model of a moral person.)

She kneels down, and gently caresses the victim's chest.

The surface breaks at her touch, coating her fingers crimson and staining what's left of the shirt and the floor. A few last pumps expel the remaining blood, and the light in their eyes dims and fades out entirely.

Eliana is smirking on the far side of the room.

Squirm, and oh she might feel bad if Nausicaa later objects to that memory but she feels so good now - 

"You look happy."

"I am!!! I - really, really am - "

She laughs, high, relieved.

"Good. Now, let me get this debris out of the way..."

"Alright."

"Thank you."

"What are friends for, after all." Blood drips upwards off the floor to collect and incinerate the bodies, without any lingering unpleasant odors or remains.

"Would you like me to clean your hands?"

"If you don't mind."

She gestures, and the blood on Mora's hands peels away gently, coiling into a thin rope which brushes gently over and across her wrists. Eliana draws it through the air like a streamer before it too burns.

Mora shivers.

"You're very good at this."