[If Holtz is bothered by said rubbing-it-in, it doesn't show on her face. Seemingly unfazed, if still mildly puzzled, she moves towards the door herself, her hand drifting back down to the trigger on her gun. She pushes her glasses up on her forehead and peers inside the temple, then lowers them again.]
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Hm.
[She hums thoughtfully.]
Howwwww would you feel about blowing it up?