Alex nods shakily and stands up. The massive surge of adrenaline that propelled her through the last part of the fight is almost gone, leaving her tired, stunned, and a little disoriented.

It hasn't occurred to her to worry about DNA evidence or anything like that yet. The implications of what she's just done have barely registered at all.

She stumbles towards the balcony, where she makes an attempt at popping her shoulder back into place, but all that does is make it hurt more. Apparently violently jerking your upper arm isn't the best way to fix a dislocated shoulder.

"Can you..." She gestures vaguely at her shoulder.