Indeed, Carmen would have finished the snack in turn - if not for having heard a series of high-pitched cries, coupled with another telepathic message requesting the exact opposite. After her first mind-reading incident today, she did not at all take well to the current, and this was especially so while such influences could have related to Carl's mishap. With sudden haste, the woman scanned as best as she could for the source...
...Not long before it had revealed itself willingly. Quite abruptly, her sight was no longer hampered by smoke, but instead from energetic black paws clinging over her face. She tensed a little - lowering herself with raised shoulders - until eventually concluding she was hardly under threat. The remaining melon was set in her left palm, while her right gently yet firmly lifted the intrusive creature by the back of its collar.
"Hmmm," Carmen raised an eyebrow at her feline findings... and struggled valiantly to mark its pink-eyed gaze with any sense of guilt. In her experienced eyes, she was holding nothing more than a black-furred, large-eared female specimen; but given its unusual behaviour, a second judgement was unlikely to go amiss.
"What do you think, Null?" She asked openly, raising Meow a little higher.
The surrounding darkness shimmered ominously, unremarkably, and nothing more.
"...Null??" She repeated, only to have her call interrupted by a groaning, piercing, ethereal wail - unheard by ear, yet rippling through every living soul in the vicinity.
Instinctually, Carmen's alertness raised to maximum; her dilated amber eyes darted in every direction until sighting movement directly ahead. Looming within the narrow, blackened distance, a somewhat less-familiar figure rose stiffly from the smoke-layered ground. Tufts of hair and soaked flesh shadowed above a glazed left eye, and darkened blood formed channels along his partially-exposed skull.
Rigid limbs shuffled one after the other, no sound made as he traversed over his own crimson skid-marks. Staggering, his arms raised lifelessly, bearing half-extended digits beneath leaking wrists. Hidden beneath, the only sure give-away was the glint of his issued badge, which while no less drenched, still held as formally as ever upon his dirtied clothing.
Carmen hesitated to speak, all but minutely unsettled at the state of her partner. Gore and blood were both things she had grown used to seeing, except it still unnerved her to see him animated while bearing such an injury. Having not yet heard a response from the apparent undead, she warily lifted to her own feet, and the cat was released in favour of clinging to the wallet at her waist.