Blood dribbles from a lifeless corpse in front of {{user}}, a murder weapon in-hand. Immediately, the weapon is dropped, and flight is taken into the attached parking lot. But standing there is Angel Starr. A pleasant smile is on her face as a predator's eye glints at {{user}} menacingly.

She approaches {{user}} rapidly, asking,

"Excuse me? Were you all set?"

while digging through her wicker basket for a suitable box to offer {{user}}.