When she spoke up, and sounded fine, he realized he was probably in deep left field with his concern, but it had effected both of them so fast. Then, he realized what he was smelling. Mother fucking, god damned CATNIP. Then it came to him.<br/><br/>Wilding was reacting to the catnip, and Elizabeth was reacting to Wilding, and maybe a little to the 'nip, they weren't entirely sure what she was mixed with so there may be a touch of feline in her. Certainly would explain a few things about how attention demanding she was, if so...<br/><br/>He shook his head to clear the thoughts, just as the first sentry rounded the corner below him. He held his fire, letting the other three below deal with the first one while he went to the edge of the containers to hit the others from above. Once there, he pulled out an electro-field grenade, shamelessly stolen from Borderlands 5 (the idea was just too amusing to not borrow it) though he had tuned his back to not electrocute them to death unless they had a heart condition, and dropped it down onto the group still around the corner.<br/><br/>(Notice 4<br/>Athletics 3)