“You could at least get the poor girl a Happy Meal, you know.” Akira deadpanned, watching the “bird” fly back home as she lounged around on a fire escape overlooking the blood-stained alley. She found it to be a stupid place to watch the action from, though, considering that it ended up getting rust all over her hands. Still, being up there gave her an excuse to avoid handling the body and risking getting any blood on her clothes. She brought her gaze back to Paxton lugging the dead man back to the apartment, not sure whether he was simply getting rid of it or if he'd decided that he needed it for another one of his rituals.

	“So did you find anything good,” The demon asked cordially. “Or do you want to wait until we're back home to share?” She smiled, front flipping over the railing and landing on the ground  near her partner almost silently, with nothing more than a subtle “whoosh” to denote the cushioned impact. She followed Paxton along their trek back with her hands in her coat pockets, the sight of a dead body unable to faze someone who used to see far worse on an almost daily basis.