For a moment, Sira freezes. They turn their head slow to meet the gaze of Avery Atchison. They don't know whether to be frightened or embarrassed. Then comes the suggestion. The pink light in the hood seems to blink before turning into a wide grin.

"That's genius! Thank you, Boss!"

And thus begins a new terrible drawing of ruined ankles further plans of stabbing. They cackle a little.