Rory would have thought she could handle heat, given her home country, but this was more than a bit too much. Her eyes water and she grits her teeth as she turns around. "We need to get off this train," she heaves. It would be the worst way to go if they succumbed to the heat before the monster could even touch them. Or before they could fight back, at all.

She's now regretting pushing all those chairs in the shove-monster's way. That one seems quite juvenile in comparison to this new threat, and having to deal with her own obstacles is not what she needed on top of that. She breathes a sigh of relief when they reach the previous car and the air finally doesn't hurt... at least until the monster enters. She doesn't even notice the Wizard yet, too preoccupied with making sure her two companions are alright.