Stacia's had better luck than Elle, she's more bruised and battered than bloody. She's also got a naked eight inch hunting knife in one hand because she hadn't wanted to waste time going through Ghostface's robes for the sheath. She and Elle spot each other about the same time, and Stacia marches over in her direction.

"Are you really being this much of a cat right now?" she asks, somewhere between concerned and exasperated. "I'm not trying to be culturally insensitive here, but seriously, we do not avoid people when we are injured! Can you still walk?"