"Trying to eat my foot," Steph growls, doing her best to ignore the pain. She's had worse, and once this is finished she can heal herself. She slams the mug into the wall one more time, shattering it at last.

The pressure on her ankle turns sharp, telling her that the little monster has gotten through most of the denim. Her socks don't make much of a barrier.

"I'll clean this up," she shouts in the direction of the staff, most of whom have no idea what they're supposed to do in this situation. One or two of them are simply carrying on as though nothing is happening.