"Right, that sounds reasonable," Joanna says, with a nod at Gyre. "I'll need to see it, to set the power off, I think, so I'll just..." She tucks the shield in closer to her, reducing the space she takes up as she moves through the group to the door.

It's the one Rory's just entered in, and she nods a brief smile to the familar woman before she leans out the opening, and stares down the monster. The idea of the monster's spikes changing in length, shooting out at them like a cloud of needles, is haunting. She pulls the shield up to cover her face below her eyes, leaning out just enough to see, and tries focusing her power of stasis on the monster.