Circe hip checked open her home's door, dragging a wheeled cooler in behind her. Deals could go bad, that was a fact of business. Usually the clients Circe worked with weren't stupid enough to draw down but tonight they were.

Fortunately for Circe her colleagues had listened to her advise on investment in a standard under work attire. Plus the idiot hadn't heard the safety memo when she first tried to use the unloaded merchandise to steal it. Did she think she was the Terminator or something?

Circe had recommended the classic cement shoes but she was sure Leon's bosses knew how to dispose of a corpse on the Pacific Ocean. Especially since they'd still collected some money.

Good fortune hadn't prevented Circe from taking a couple of hits to the chest and stomach. As she closes the door Circe tosses her trench coat away trench coat and one of her suits is revealed to have two ragged holes in it. Wincing as she lost the suit jacket showed these holes bored through her dress shirt as well but stopped against a final layer of white. Kevlar was worth it.

Peeling off the shirt had elicited several "Ows" and expletives from Circe. Removing the Kevlar earned more to reveal flesh of black and blue to mortal eyes yet black and yellow to fey. Circe opens up the cooler she'd dragged inside from her car to pull out two bags of ice.

Circe then retrieves the remote as she very slowly lies down on her couch, "Ow ow ow ow ow," and turns on the TV. She then inhales sharply after putting a ice bag on her stomach before sighing. And reacts then had to do it to her chest do, "Yeeeeeek, aaaaah."

That'll help with the swelling.