Claudia drops the barely-breathing Mr. Hudson on the floor. He gasps for breath as she stands there, slightly akin to a deer in the headlights, looking at Root for a moment before deciding what to do. Obviously she can't panic. Obviously she can't lie about this—there's blood all over her fuckin' mouth! So she pauses, taking a moment before looking at Root before offering, in a light, lilting New Orleans accent,
"Promise to let me finish when you're done and I'll let you ask all the questions you want."
After all, this strange woman isn't scared. She's not running away. She's...interested. She's looking at Claudia like she's the most interesting woman in the world, not a horrible monster. Might as well let this strange woman get her questions in.
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Claudia drops the barely-breathing Mr. Hudson on the floor. He gasps for breath as she stands there, slightly akin to a deer in the headlights, looking at Root for a moment before deciding what to do. Obviously she can't panic. Obviously she can't lie about this—there's blood all over her fuckin' mouth! So she pauses, taking a moment before looking at Root before offering, in a light, lilting New Orleans accent,
"Promise to let me finish when you're done and I'll let you ask all the questions you want."
After all, this strange woman isn't scared. She's not running away. She's...interested. She's looking at Claudia like she's the most interesting woman in the world, not a horrible monster. Might as well let this strange woman get her questions in.