[The lights are out in the closet, but that's fine. The hall has plenty of incoming illumination to reveal a woman standing over a shadowed body of an executive of some sort, pulling her hands out of the water. One of them holds a no-longer-sparking electrical cable torn from the wall. It seems she was holding the manager's head underwater before her attempt at rewiring led to this electric mishap.
She's wearing a business suit, black hair done up in a bun, tinted glasses over her eyes, but her sleeves are rolled up to keep them from getting wet. There's no mistaking the red dragons trailing down her arms or the thorns wrapping around them.
As for how she's taking this sudden discovery? A clear look of irritation crosses her features, followed by a shake of her head and then a 'Oh, very well' sort of shrug. And then one of her arms whips behind her and she's throwing a jug of bleach at Catra's face.]
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She's wearing a business suit, black hair done up in a bun, tinted glasses over her eyes, but her sleeves are rolled up to keep them from getting wet. There's no mistaking the red dragons trailing down her arms or the thorns wrapping around them.
As for how she's taking this sudden discovery? A clear look of irritation crosses her features, followed by a shake of her head and then a 'Oh, very well' sort of shrug. And then one of her arms whips behind her and she's throwing a jug of bleach at Catra's face.]