"She's been on administrative leave as of recently." That was an outright lie, but if he had the chance to after this spat, Izaya's first course of action would be to call her and stay away from the office for a while. "So, I don't really have much besides TV dinners anyway. I do commend you for knowing that much, at least."

Again his eyes gape open, more taken aback by the sheer number of blades than from where they had appeared. Izaya finds himself with two choices, neither of which he is intent on following through with, but also has only nary a split second to decide. He figures the best course of action would be to let gravity do its work, falling to the floor. He rather much preferred being hurt by the blunt force of the chains than the pierce of the knives.