He took a moment to breath, hissing in sharply as the pain ebbed away in pieces. Then Norman leaned out from the window briefly to examine the damage -- and make sure no fliers had come around to catch her. The last thing Norman needed was any more drama, and witnesses on top of it.

The damage on the sidewalk would probably have to be taken care of, it was suspicious. But not immediately. Norman had other things he had to take care of first. He couldn't tell if she was dead or not from this height, and because of that he needed to get the first word on the events that had transpired.

Norman's head was still throbbing, blood and adrenaline hammering their presence against his temples. The rarity of these moments made them almost more precious -- Norman could feel the Goblin's presence most strongly there, pulling him and urging him back towards it. It was dangerous in how satisfying it was. She had tried to steal from him -- tried or maybe even succeeded in sabotaging him, and he had broken her like an egg. Norman hadn't been planning on ending their 'partnership' quite this soon, all told, but things didn't always pan out to the letter.

He whipped out his communicator, making sure he was appropriately calm enough to detail his spin of events, before he got Hand on the line to replace the window.