she locks the door and then collapses. her body seems to fold up onto itself as she slides down the wall; the gun and the bottles falling from her arms, clattering softly on the bath rug as she buries her face in her hands.
with her head now buried in her arms and knees, she is sobbing, her body rocking. the crying seems very similar to jennifer's; a complete emotional release.
her eyes are now burning red. she stops crying long enough to suck down an entire sample of scotch. nikita rubs against her and she strokes her.
nikita jumps up onto the toilet seat and starts drinking.
electra sits on the edge of the over-sized tub, water running through her fingers as she adjusts the temperature.