[center][h3][color=3c9b01]Rearden Keane[/color][/h3][/center]
Rearden barely has time to interpose her staff between herself and the corpse-cat. She shouldn't have bothered--before the thing can pose a threat, Aurora has already skewered it. She lowers the staff and tries to take a closer look at this animated piece of taxidermy, only to get a face-full of the dust.

[color=3c9b01]"Aaaa-choo! I--achoo! I don' thing--achoo!"[/color] Rearden struggles to speak through tear-filled eyes and snot-filled sinuses, though not to great success. [color=3c9b01]"Don' thing she--achoo!--had mugch ti--achoo!--time to react--AACHOO"[/color] That last, explosive sneeze is apparently the limit; Rearden pulls a handkerchief out of a pouch and blows her nose with a impressively loud trumpeting sound.

[color=3c9b01]"Ah, [i]sniff[/i], that's better."[/color]