Well, if it's going to maybe die either way, I suppose we'll want to try a method where it maybe dies less messily!

[ She leans into the moose a little more as she digs out a pouch, setting a syringe out of it between her lips while she fusses about with a small bottle inside. Once the cap's off, she measures out some, then a little bit, then puts the syringe back in her mouth as she puts it all away and tosses her bag away. ]

Hold on, it might not go down without a fight. [ And then, with little ceremony, she jabs the syringe into the moose's neck. ]