She released his tie and took a step back, the vial slipping down her dress front again, purse clutched at her side. She gave Reborn an unfathomable look that if he knew her well enough he would know was mild irritation. Because of course the vial wasn't actually arsenic. She had some but it was for emergencies. The one she'd been threatening Barelli with actually syrup of ipecac, it would make him vomit and probably terrifying him but it wouldn't kill him. She finally turned toward the back room where servers had been entering and exiting. "I have Vecuronium." Vecuronium would paralyze the man for a while, just under an hour. "And I have SP-117." The Soviet truth serum. Which had the added bonus of making the drinker forget the entire conversation later. "But I don't see any reason to go easy on a man willing to put a gun to your head.