Who has time to think, honestly. Not her. Thinking's for squares, and she's no square.

Unfortunately what's about to happen is going to give them both a lot to think about. Immediately after Gyre's third knock, there are three rapidfire impacts against the inside of the glass and the liquid swirls wildly away from three temporary black circles that look as if something, or someone, slammed three somethings against the glass in a quick reaction.

In her seat, Five sits up abruptly and looks wide-eyed at the tank, quietly mouthing: "What the fuck."