[2:01:36 PM] jen: His eyes only grow wider (if that's even possible) and his lips turn upwards in a manical smile. "No weapons." He hisses. "We swore no weapons, miss. It's in the contract. But see, now look what you've done. You've broken the contract and gotten my blood all over the pretty tile floor. What a shame." His fingers squeeze harder, and she begins to choke. Chem starts to laugh. "What a shame." He repeats, digging his fingers into her windpipe. "You be a good girl and drop the knife now."