Vision failing, she groped for her med kit, tail seeking her gun. She found something cold that resembled the gun and she pulled it over, grasping it fearfully. A disgusting sound made her squeak. Growling, she stood up, still struggling to see. Her ears twitched as sounds of others running made her turn blindly. She cursed her inability to see furiously. Taste and smell increased, fragile hairs up along her body. Her shirt blew this way first then that, rustling. She growled softly, shining her flashlight on something. A warning hiss made her move it quickly and dash off.