"Don't mind me," said Tracy, aware that no one really was minding her, "I'll just be -_urgh_- here! Hurling my g-gu . . ." she paused for a few seconds and inhaled and held it in, before sighing deeply, "hurling my _guts _out. Okay I'm done!"

The red-head jumped up shook herself from head to toe. Grinning at the others, she said: "Whew, that was a rush! Looks like I still need to get used to moving at intense speeds. I'll make note of that later. So, what do we do next? I assume we go after the real thing now, hm? And I have to agree with Markus here. Why wouldn't they try this again?" 

Logically, after finding their victims, one would always stumble upon the culprit soon enough, right? If they did not, it was a possibility that the crime could happen again. In her head, this was the first of many hurdles, and a great challenge. How would the Warlock fight? Did it use human logic to combat them, or did it have a completely alien strategy? Did they even _think_ about strategy? She had so many questions!

Still, in the end it all amounted to what she would do when faced with the monster. It was something that could kill her, no, _them_ and it would be their first time fighting such a thing. Tracy let out a shaky breath, and at the thought of facing such a creature she grew nervous . . . but for all the wrong reasons. Tracy still grinned, except now it looked decidedly more feral.