Roxy shook her head. She felt tires fill her eyes. She had never been much of a crier, but the situation seemed to require something and she had no anger left. Tony and the others thought it was so simple. She could change as easily or as quickly as the did. If fact she had only turned twice. She wasn't sure if Tony was right about their matablism giving them enough time to get antivenin or not. There was no way he could know either. Roxy took the small pocket knives out of her boots. She opened them up and studied them. She set the blade bect to her skin.