Her foes slain - not just slain, but broadly dispersed over the area, Eleeza stood panting and grinning, flecked with green ichor from the corpses, but triumphant, avenged for their gall in attacking her, and the others too.  She lowered her axe head to the ground as she settled down, back straightening from its looser combat stance.  Her chest heaved, but her face slowly lost its wide-eyed eagerness, and she began to pay attention to the less animate items in the environment.<br/><br/>The ruined carriage was somewhat interesting - surely there would be sign of just what had happened to the others.  But the green goo-pile, once its shape became apparent, lept out as demanding immediate attention.<br/><br/>"There might be somebody in this... somebody alive.  Maybe."  It seemed unlikely, but what if... though if the stuff was as acidic as the goop the strange creatures had projected at her, there was no hope.  Opting for caution - and not eager to stick her hands in the pile as those creatures had been doing - she used a knife to pull away a small portion of the slime, and wiped it tentatively on the hem of her dress, watching for ill effects.<br/><br/>