It was just a [i]helluva[/i] day to be a Wanderer.

The citrus scent passed over Mina like an aura, and she froze in her actions out of fear that she was about to suffer some kind of neurological episode. She set her equipment down on the paper as she felt the rumble of something large coming over the ground toward them, and began wiping it down and storing it with quick hands as first Dawn and the Spire reported their problems and headed up the stairs. 

When it rained, and all that. [color=#C4B14D]"Something's wrong,"[/color] she said to her patient, in case that fact had been missed. [color=#C4B14D]"And sorry, about this-"[/color] Mina slipped her arms behind Oren's as gingerly as possible and checked the coat rack in the crook of her armpit before lifting the injured woman's torso and pulling her further back in the cellar. She laid her behind a rack of storage shelves and beside a broken chair, back where the lightbulb on the ceiling failed to reach. There was an old pile of dust sheets in the corner, pulled off of all the furniture when they first discovered the place; dirty, but they would do. She picked on up and shook it, and laid it like a tent over the chair and Oren's body. [color=#C4B14D]"If it's Erubesco, you holler like hell, alright?"[/color] 

She came back around to her bag and was just wiping the last evidence of the Erubescan's presence from her hands when Montana's fit form slipped down the stairs. [color=#C4B14D]"What the hell's going on up there?"[/color]