Senna: Sir Thorn! The active threat has been neutralized. But it got in a lucky ‘it — I need an ‘ealing boost.
Thorn: Understood. Everyone else: swords out. Juniper, take a headcount. Atarangi, get some altitude — I want eyes in the air.
Senna: . . . It was just the one, sir. Wasn’t that much of a threat.
Thorn: One hellhound isn’t much of a threat. This far out in the wild, there can always be more.