"I... oh, never mind, I did catch the report though, they had the news on inside." Con tapped her wrist to her hip again, this time touching a pitcher of water on a table, moving it to the man who was still down.

"Usually I hate drownings, but would rather not have him fight." She crouched to hold the water to his mouth and nose for at least a few moments to have him black out. "Come on be nice and just black out you'll be in a nice safe cell soon enough."

"Signs of the police yet?" She didn't want to risk looking away from him until she was sure he was out for the count.