[Sulla's trying to get away from her own murderscape, tiny allen wrench and flat-pack furniture building manual clutched in a blue-glowing hand, when she stumbles into yet another dead body. Knowing she's probably under suspicion for something, she resists the urge to shriek - until the girl in front of her does it for her. She jumps, muscles (?) moving in a way that doesn't seem entirely organic - stilted, almost, and like she's strung like a puppet.]

Calm down, calm down! I didn't-- I didn't think you did. [It's difficult, though, to come to any other conclusion.] I mean, wouldn't there be glitter on the corpse if you...

[She trails off with a Look at the dragon statue, as if to say if you did him in with that thing? Really, where did this lady find it?? Maybe she needs one for her room. Strike that, she definitely needs one.]

[Sulla looks to the corpse. She looks to Korra. She looks to the corpse again, its open eyes, the deep red of congealing blood that seems too real.]

Weeeee should get out of here.