Another day he might've had to spend a moment controlling his shock, his disgust. Today he wonders vaguely why she's reacting that way, wonders how experienced she might be. She's seemed it so far, but before fighting with someone for the first time, you never can tell. The flailing masses ahead of them seem natural to him, in a way; natural extensions of an unnatural world. Dangerous, but nothing too odd.

That'll disturb him later. For now it works in his favor. He's clearheaded enough to remember he's swapped his own guns out for advanced and nonlethal ones and that, foolish as the idea of a nonlethal gun is, today it might prove helpful. The lefthand gun for this job, then, and it works about as well as he'd hoped. He fires once, then again, and strong cords shoot out and wrap themselves around first one creature, then another. The tentacles on those two are still dangerous but now cannot reach nearly as far and Roland moves to one side, making room for her move in past him, if she's a mind to.

"Azúcar. Finish 'em? I'll hold off the rest."