[Misty stays where she is, fingers curling into the grass. Her shoulders are hunched, breathing raggedly as she tries to gather her breath. Slowly she raises her head, looking at the other women. She winces, closing her eyes for a moment as she sighs out the breath she has suddenly held.]

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you. I was just... I was testing the fence line, and... I've never dealt with anything like that since... {She makes a face.] Since Hell.