As her left palm contacts the rifle's induction pad, a red crosshair appears in its center. A too-jerky glance left, puts the wavering target spot on the huge creature, who's already covered half the distance between them. They appear to have no effect. Immediately, the camera angel swings around under the influence of her clearly unbalanced body and catches sight of the buggy below. What would have normally been an effortless leap, now carries her clumsily through the leading edge of the mist cloud.
Closer inspection reveals that the bed is situated in one corner of a single-room cabin.
Then the view re-focuses and, with an obvious effort, slowly shifts as she deliberately turns to scan the rest of the room. In the nearest corner, a squat cast-iron stove rests on thick clawed legs, between uneven rough cut windows. Beside the stove, a long high set of shelves dominates the remainder of the far wall. In front of the shelf stands a crude wooden table, surrounded by a mis-matched collection of straight backed chairs. The shelf ends short of the far corner, leaving just enough room for a padded red armchair and a sturdy wooden desk, covered with papers and small sparkly trinkets.