An awkward silence falls around those in the room, and Anita sighs. She's covered in blood, she has Damian's come smeared between her thighs, and all she wants is solitude and soap. A shower was on the agenda next, whether they all killed each other while she's gone or not.

"I'm taking a shower," she announces. "Everyone can just... behave themselves and I'll be back soon, but I just need to be clean. Now."

She doesn't wait for a response, heading for the bathroom at a quick walk before anyone can call her back.