Kathryn inhales sharply as the woman steps off the beast - and daintily glides down, holding what looks like a simple umbrella but must be some kind of tech. Or maybe this is just a dream, and nothing needs to make sense.

"Not at all," She responds, slightly delayed. Now that they're both on the ground, she can lower her voice to avoid the monster's attention. Its fist crashes into the cliff face overhead, about 8 feet above the women. Stepping out of the way of some falling debris, she smiles a little exasperatedly.

"Got a plan, or?"