It is a pity that they can only kill this man once, but there are more where he came from. Another Chris has even mentioned to her by name. They'll find that one someday soon and end him the same as they did this one, perhaps with even more pain when they're clearer headed. Assuming he doesn't die of terror on his own first.

Amelia drops the dead man in her grasp after she's certain he'll take no more breaths, dusting her hands before noticing the blood on them. Something else to take care of, because she's not about to let this piece of filth stain her. She takes a black handkerchief from her pouch and offers it to Chris, using it or a second to start cleaning her hands of the last remnants of a life now gone.

"Have you a plan for where we should leave this example for the city?" she asks, calm and utterly without concern for how out in the open they still are in this alley. Given how dark it's become, she doubts anyone will be unwise enough to follow them in here. She finishes cleaning her hands and then begins to wipe her blades, glancing down at their prey with a thoughtful expression.

"I don't think he's worth making a statement out of, but I'll leave that decision to you. Whatever your choice, I have your back and support you." Even if all they do is stuff him in a trash bin or set the body ablaze, the rogue is ready to be fully rid of this asshole.