"The alternative," Ava continues, her eyes narrowed sharply because she's not done with you yet Pratt. "Is that Sharky isn't in here," taptaptap to the side of his temple. "And if you kill this bastard, maybe nothing comes back." Because if she had any confidence at all, she'd do it just to have this be over. Pratt and Sharky have always been so good to her, and she wants better for Pickles, but if that's what it comes down to. That's how it'll have to be.

"I think I've been. very. fucking. nice. up until this point," Ava gives Pratt another little heel twist, to make sure he's paying attention. "But I can't help either of you dipshits if you DON'T. TELL. ME. THE. TRUTH."

Sharky's body is significantly heftier than her own, but she drags Pickles back a few feet away from Pratt with little effort, and shoves him upon the floor. That blood loss isn't look great. "So be useful, Deputy. And go get some costume gauze or strips of whatever," she orders Pratt. "And when you come back. You're telling me about that ghost cat and Izzy and convincing me that that wasn't your doing."