Okay... [As the liquid settles in her dead body, something sure enough Feels Off about it, but she literally can't put her finger on it - by the time she unconsciously touches her hands to her teeth to make sure the color is the expected candy, there is no stain remaining. Ah, well. Efficiency has its costs.]

Moving on.... [Business...............] I made some effort to talk to Clyde the other day and I'm starting to think that he'll be a challenge to take care of, better left to someone who can take more than a beating. Namely, I'm becoming very confident - do you remember his dagger tattoo? I'm getting more and more confident in the conjecture that he's willing to use the provided weapons to defend himself.