Anwei was right behind her, picking up needles and hemostats, wiping down the tables with disinfectant, and moving on. It helped that she had considerable practice walking on her knees, so she could duck and twist between people. But Sandy moved like wind through grass, and the gap between them grew slowly larger.

"Your hero name must be Lightning, am I right?" she said, deploying another bag to help her clean a table that seemed to have been drenched in pink bile. "You're fast!"