[ It's a few minutes before Andy emerges from the adjacent hallway. Long enough for Rex's human shield to make his getaway. Long enough for Rex himself to escape through the sliver of an opening left by the broken door. Her eyes trail over to the sparking keypad, then down to the abandoned armor. Her mouth curves up again, slow and mean. Coming up to the door, she casually nudges his helmet with her boot, pushing it back and forth a little before kicking it out of the way.

Her hand leaves a bloody smear when she grips the side of the door, gauging that small space. She never wears armor herself, and she's a good deal slighter than Rex — she just has to duck her head to pass through to the other side. ]

You can't play coy with me forever. We'll run out of Imps, eventually. [ She calls out mildly, those bloodshot eyes drifting around as she searches for signs of her quarry. ] I told you, remember? I'd fight an entire army just to have my way —

[ Suddenly, she stops. Coughs. Violently. Specks of blood fleck the ground in front of her. Oh.

Maybe there was a reason the Empire hadn't released armies of troopers pumped full of whatever poison she'd inhaled. ]