[Deep in the Underhall, shelves lined with dangerous goodies; she hops up onto a crate] Alright, niños, feast your eyes—firecrackers, smoke bombs, paintball guns, BBs, Roman candles… you want loud, pretty, or EXTREMELY loud?! (She pulls out a bundle of red bombs with a wicked grin.) These babies are my favorites—light ’em once, and the whole hallway remembers your name.

[Giddy, bouncing, barely able to contain herself. She hefts a massive explosive cannon onto her shoulder.] Okayokayokay—this one? This one’s my FAVOURITE. (Grins, aiming.) Alright, count with me—one… two—(Suddenly fires.) Eh, I got bored. (BOOM.) (Laughing wildly, unhinged.) Oh my GOD—DID YOU SEE THAT?! (Cackling, breathless.) Whew… wow…(Tilts her head, sweet smile.) Here’s hoping I never have to point this at you (Crazed, delighted laughter.)

[Confronting an undercover Alpha Sentinel] (She picks up the badge of the subued officer.) Well, well, well… (Mocking.) An officer of the Alpha Sentinels. (Low laugh.) You’re a long way from the right side of the law, sweetheart. (“P–please, I didn’t mean to—please—”) (Candela exhales, suddenly sweet.) Hey… hey, it’s fiiiiiine. (Sing-song, unsettling.) It’s okayyy. Honest mistake. Happens allll the time. (Steps closer, hand on his shoulder.) Come here. I insist. (Smiling.) I’m not gonna do something extremely messed up the second I get you in my arms—come here. (Instantly, her demeanor drops to a cold fury—she wails on him—angry grunts, feral.) (She finally steps back, chest heaving, knuckles damaged; the boy is barely conscious.) GET HIM OUT OF HERE BEFORE HE BLEEDS ON MY MERCHANDISE! (Flipping out.) ¡Mierda! ¡Pendejo! ¡¿QUIÉN TE DIJO QUE PODÍAS TRAERME A UN MALDITO SENTINEL?! (She grabs one of her men.) Don't let this happen again. Because if it does…(Smile.) You’re next.