The minute the night air had hit her face again she felt the silver jabbing right into her wrist. Enough breath was taken in from the shock that it was released in a scream of anger and pain. Fingers still holding the vice grip on Hannibal's ear pulled the flesh as if she was tearing a sheet of paper from a book. "Asshole!" Lids narrowed over those Aztec golden eyes. She glared at his face. He had hit the vein. The whole front of her dress shirt was now decorated with blood from her right arm. Cradling it against her chest she favored it. Breathing was a little harder. Her blood boiled trying to rid itself from the silver that infected it. Her skin didn't react to the metal the same way, but her blood still didn't very much like silver to touch it. Breathing was harder now, a little labored from the shock.

Jane had done a friend a favor and that's the thanks that she got. Granted Hannibal had been acting like a spoiled child, and it had been more fun to take him by the ear. Within her grasp however was his ear. She wouldn't be morbid and wear the thing, but she would keep it. Kind like an eye for an eye. This was more like an ear for a wrist. A glance at his retreating form. Jane turned on her heel before people worried about her. She held her bleeding arm closer to her chest. There was a med kit at the house. She needed to get there soon. Her muscles spasmed, her nerves were freaking out sending waves and bolts of pain to her brain and down the rest of her body. Fucking bastard!

People were whispering. Something about a lover's spat. Lovers didn't leave with body parts missing and wrists bleeding. Jane would rather stake Hannibal than fuck him. Driving was going to be a bitch.