Scarlet turned from the groaning suits, her bright, slightly manic smile landing on Meg, who was still sprawled helplessly on the cracked pavement. The residual electric tingling hadn't faded, locking her muscles, making even breathing a conscious effort.
Pain throbbed behind her eyes and in her shattered nose.
"Hallo!" She chirped, skipping over with that same unsettling, buoyant energy. She crouched down beside Meg, her face alight with genuine, almost inappropriate delight. "You look a bit rough."
Meg tried to reply, to ask who she was, what was happening, but only a choked gasp escaped. The world swam dizzily. This woman… she was dangerous, clearly, but her cheerfulness was almost more jarring than the violence she'd just inflicted.
"Oh, those nasty shocky things," she tutted, noticing the thin cords still technically binding Meg's wrists, though one cuff now dangled uselessly where the suit had triggered the device. S
