Martin K(nife) Blackwood

[Helen's smile curls and curls and curls along the edges, her eyes deLIGHTing in all of the reactions.]

Now, now. I know you're just dying for some answers, my little chickadees. But-

[It's odd how she moves, it's a slither that belays her twisting, strung out size. It's only one step, but the way her limbs move, she crosses the room in a single, unfurling ... transition.

She plucks the knife from Tim's hands.]

Oh, now THIS is what I'm talking about. The one helpless, pointless little human in the room? Thinks he can do something with that?

[She flings it casually into the sink.]

Okay! Who first? Raise your hand!