[By nature, Pao-Lin is not a very devious or stealthy person. She barely has the patience for half the missions she's involved in, strongly preferring to be as direct and straightforward as possible. If that necessitates the use of her fists, so much the better. But she's changed since having to take Ivan under her dragon wings. Her experience and his mere presence has broadened what she's capable of, how she thinks.

Also, she and Ivan somehow got caught up in watching a marathon of CSI: Sternbild the other night.

So when Pao-Lin notices Ivan's method of disposal, it gives her an idea. She'd been planning on just killing Lane before they left, as there's a strong chance that even if she revived and interrogated him, he wouldn't give her any useful info. And the phone call potentially heralds interference and discovery; there's less time for questioning than she'd like. But with how Ivan cleaned up, she could possibly goad Lane into coughing up something valuable. Granted, the files and hard drives in the briefcase are much more damning than verbal testimony, but she can think of a few things that aren't in those files that Lane must know.

She snatches up Lane by the back of his suit jacket and drags him across the carpet towards the bleeding corpses of Mills and Roth. She drops him on his back, then gives him an electrified kick in his side. His body jolts and twitches. Another kick has him moaning a little. Pao-Lin plants her foot on his chest and gives him one last shock to his heart.

Painfully, Lane's eyelids flutter open. "Wh...?"]

Take a look over there. See those letter openers of yours? They've got your fingerprints on them.

[Lane turns his head. His lips tighten as he registers the gruesome sight -- and the implications of Pao-Lin's words. She grinds her foot into his ribcage.]

So you'd better tell us what we wanna hear or else people are gonna think you're a murderer. Well, more of a murderer than you already are.