She empties the rest of the clip into him, alternating between chest and head. When the gun's spent, she hands it to one of her gargoyles, than beckons to the other one. "Crush his head, please." It does. "Thank you."
The other robot returns with liquid firestarter, which it douses Isaac's body in liberally before setting it alight.
"Make sure to get that," Eve says, pointing at the soupy mix of metal shavings that used to be a sword. The robot obligingly kicks it into the fire.
She backs up, grabs a stool from next to the wall, and drops onto it heavily, scrubbing a hand over her face and then through her hair. "Hell," she says emphatically. The robots don't do anything. Tanks aren't smart enough to respond to anything that isn't a direct command.
After a moment, she gathers herself up and addresses them again. "Tell everyone in the Castle the lockdown drill is over. Stay with Jordan unless she says otherwise." Both Tanks turn gracefully and leave.
Eve stares at the burning body. She doesn't leave the room until the last ember has gone out.