With all the focus that the vaguely rodent-like monster was attracting, it was perhaps surprising that Rain wasn't also pointing a barrel at its head. She [i]knew[/i] the details of its plan, and the sheer trainwreck that every last stage of its plan represented. Yet it wasn't the obvious threat; it wasn't the thing putting effort into making sure that others suffered.

Instead, it was at Wendy that one of the most over-engineered personal weapons of all time was pointed, Rain managing to deduce the likely cause of the problem between the horrified girl, the old man, and the BDSM reject. Call it trigger-happy, or simply well-trodden paranoia when it came to those presiding over a slaughter, but the tall woman's instincts kicked in before attempts to simply talk the problem over.

The trigger was pulled, and Rain hoped that would end the problem.