The movement is so fast it pulls an undignified yelp out of Morgan. He’d braced for a little prick on the hand... not a clean slice. But once he realizes he’s still in one piece, he exhales.

"Seems I'm not too bad," he mutters, a bit pale but trying to play it cool.

Jacaranda looks to the horizon. She can see black mountains in the distance, breaking the dark blue sky peppered with millions and millions of tiny stars. Nearby within the scope of her nightvision, she sees nothing that would raise her alarm.