[Sage]

In Jeanne's opinion, everyone should just surrender. Then again, she had had no part in the violence, Lev had just been thrust upon her by the psychic woman. So when Dante tried to kill the Saint, she wasn't very happy - such a move was, in her opinion, quite foolish. And then when Lev's shot miraculously hit, she was simultaneously disgusted by the massive injury it caused and upset, because it could only get worse from then on.

The soldiers approaching them made Jeanne very nervous; if she were wounded now, it would be hard to heal herself, and she had no interest in being in pain. After all, whatever had happened outside hadn't involved her at all. To show her compliance, she put her hands in the air, Lev's blood still in their creases.

Turning her head, she saw a bowl of steaming beef stew alone on the counter. The waitress must have left it there before being ushered out. Slowly, she edged towards it.