She shook her head. Suddenly, the dog-woman was standing in from of her and Mask's chosen victim, Mercer, and stuck the needle in his neck. Naturally, bitching and moaning came form the hardened explosives expert. She watched him closely to gauge his reaction, both emotional and, more important, physical. He was still alive, as the Floating Voice so helpfully pointed out. Still, just being alive wasn't good enough. If he started sprouting extra arms and eyeballs, she was going to pass on this shit and just work with what she had.
She leaned forward. "If he doesn't suddenly sprout any extra limbs, I suppose I'll go next."
Wait, what's that?
Her eyes narrowed; a strange aura started around him. It wasn't like anything she had ever seen before; not to say she had seen much of that shit before. She had seen a lot, but never someone glowing like a nightlight. Was it that...that... shit she already forgot what it was called. That stuff that let people survive in the mist stuff? Was it that?
"How do you feel, Mercer?"