[It's only mildly satisfying, being able to kick Smoker while he's down and wallowing in his self-loathing. Perona's just too riled up and disgusted at what just happened to feel any kind of happiness at all. She's practically seething with rage, stepping over the fallen marine and not even looking at him as he whines and complain due to the hollow's effects. She just doesn't care. Perona wants to get the fuck out of this place right now - be as far from Smoker as possible - lest she actually listen to her darker side and choke him.
Ugh...ugh! She's never going to get the taste of tar out of her mouth. No matter how much she spits, drinks, or washes her poor, poor mouth.]
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Ugh...ugh! She's never going to get the taste of tar out of her mouth. No matter how much she spits, drinks, or washes her poor, poor mouth.]