"Working on it," Quil shouts in a reply to the train conductor, before rushing and staying close to the side of the train car.  She slips her goggles down over her eyes just before the nearby explosion rocks her and causes her to stumble a little.  Looking left and right, she gauges her threats, the pack of raccoons to one direction, certainly something she'd leave off for the rest of the guests, and the martens, who, judging by the spray of smoke, somehow managed to make a smoke canister explode.  It almost felt like these guys were beyond help.<br/><br/>"Oh, come on!  If you're going to go around making those things yourself, you're supposed to make those things burn!  Not explode!" Quil shouts out to the marten.  "Or are you even using the right ingredients?  It's saltpeter and sugar!  Seriously!  If you can't figure that out, just walk away right now!  Head down, in shame, to the sunset!  Can you handle that?"<br/><br/>She lets out a heavy sigh and rests her brow in her forehead.  Somehow, it looks like this pika's mixed up this battlefield with a lecture from chem 101.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Quil's going to spend her full movement southeast to south against the train car, and preform a taunt to the marten who fumbled the smoke bomb.</span>