Kennedy grins at him as the demon guard falls -- it's a fierce lopsided grin, a streak of blood down her face and some nasty greenish ichor staining her shirt -- and tips him a mocking half-salute.

"Almost out of the."

Her grin falters and fades, replaced with a puzzled frown.

"Wait," she says, almost calmly. "Wait, I didn't --"

She sinks to her knees, one hand going up to the damp red patch that's rapidly spreading over the green stain on her shirt, and then topples forward.