The soft hum of human technology fills her ears, and the oily scents of 
machinery tickle her nostrils. She wrinkles her nose and flicks her nails, 
patiently awaiting the moment of death, when the plotting of many hours, the 
study and the preparation all come together in the climax of the kill. She has 
tracked her prey carefully. She knows its spoor, its habits. Now the stalking is 
done, the trap is set. Soon the prey will enter her killing ground, and then all 
questions will be answered, all doubts resolved with lethal finality.