Jinai was collecting her vials, so the only noises coming from her were the clinks of glass. She eventually had a small pile sorted, and began to mix a few together, not entirely aware what the effects might be. She didn't have her usual wares about her- she hadn't needed them this past month, and so as she worked them together, for all she knew she'd be sending the man into a frothed frenzy and an early grave. If she got it right, however, he might forget even his own name. For this, she was uncertain. But she remained quiet and listened in, taking special care to note the names he was spewing and inwardly thanking Jude for taking over. She hadn't wanted to harm Christy- as much as she didn't care for the man. Sure, his fucking was alright but...
Torture wasn't her style, even if she had a lot of rage to support it, and she felt heavy and numb now after the fact as she began to wonder... would she have killed him like that if given the chance?