[ even if he isn't all there at this current moment, he reels when Elizabeth responds the way she does. Bigby is supposed to be the defensive one, not her!!! he pulls his hand away and stumbles back almost a second later, hands waving behind him in an attempt to catch a well to lean on.

for once, he wasn't trying to push up on her in hopes of intimidating. ]

Franziska's dead? [ was it by the staff members? if so, who the hell came after him? god, his head was pounding. ] Fuck. Shit. They're... trying to kill more than one person now, I guess―

[ they were both creating some distance, it seems, but he wasn't about to pout. Bigby just goes back to trying his hardest to focus on the woman less lucky than that of himself. ]

Someone attacked me. At night, while I was in my apartment. He wasn't as lucky as the people who got the prosecutor.