She smirks as she tosses her cigarette to the floor and crushes it right at the feet of the guy she just killed. You walk into the room, right as she finished conducting "business" with some rats.

"Honey, what did we say about interupting my work?" She wraps one of her strong arms around you, hiding your view from the dead guy by pulling you into a hug. She rests her chin on the top of your head. "Don't worry, I'll have this cleaned up before dinner."