Jinx grins and plants a combat-booted foot atop their attacker's still-burning body, idly picking shrapnel out of her forearm. The wounds seal up as soon as the metal is gone. There's surprisingly little blood. 

She gives Ruava a thumbs-up. "Nice one!"

Audrey taps a few more buttons, and hidden sprinklers drench the room. Then she pokes her head back out from around the bed. 

"Everyone okay?"

The attacker is no longer on fire, but doesn't seem inclined to respond. 

The water stays politely off of people and furniture except where necessary to cause their attacker to stop being on fire.

"And now what do we do with her?"

"Mm."

"Interrogate her sounds like a good plan."

"Right now I'm mostly planning to stand on her."

"Interrogate away."

Audrey squats next to the woman on the floor, and her scary, scary blade-legs. 

"So. Why did you try to kill Jinx?"

"My motives are not your concern."

"Aren't they?"

She hums lowly. 

"Don't go looking for something you don't want to find."

"You are not an authority on what things I do and do not want to find."

"They pay me to find problems... And then dispose of them."

She jerks her head back at Jinx. "Her antics have become a liability."

"'They'," she echoes.

"Bloodshed and the upper class have always gone hand in hand."

"I'm well aware."

"Don't be crass. I'm what you would call a deniable asset."

"Is that so."

"Purity of form, purity of function. Everything has a place. Forgetting yours is dangerous."

"Do you possess any credible assurance that you are safe to leave alive."

"The luxury of mercy is one I cannot afford. Only cowards run."

"I advise you to speak plainly if you are capable of doing so."

She sighs. 

"Either attack or run. Your indecision is repulsive."

"I'm pretty sure that's a 'get on with it and kill me already.'"