[ follow she does, not letting him out of her sight even once. lose him and god knows where the next clue might come from.

compliance drugs? great. that's some pseudo-normal also awful shit. ]

No, I'm not going to stab you. Do I look like I've had time to pick up and hide a sharp implement? I'm not going to hit you either. Unless you start saying things I don't like.

[ waste of a lead, internal organs all over the floor don't go far in the way of explaining to you what the fuck's going on. ]

First of all, who are you?