Ilia: No? Then we still got a problem. *Ilia throws Ren's body onto the table*



Sun: Whoooaa, big problem. I kill plenty of spies like Blake. *Sun begins to play with the knife* They're dime-a-dozen backstabbin scumbags, like you! *Hurts self* Ow! No offence.



Illa: If you managed to kill them, I assure that they were not like me. And nothing...nothing like the woman loose inside this building.



Sun: What are you, president of her Fan Club?



Ilia: *Mind briefly wanders to her little Blake shrine she has back home while expertly hiding her blush* No... that would be YOU! *Ilia then threw down pictures of Blake fucking Sun*