Toxin twitched the suit's tendrils uneasily at the sight of Jono's psionic flame-it might not be normal flame, but it looked close enough to make him edgy.

"Settle down," Pat muttered, sniffing at the air as he moved with the rest of the group, trying to see if whatever was warranting the yelling and gunfire had a familiar scent-and trying to make sure that nothing else could sneak up on the group.