At the same time as the odd rustling sound hit Celeste's ears, she also noticed a low-pitched whimper somewhere in the vicinity behind her. The brunette crept toward the tables, crouching down to catch sight of a woman huddled beneath the sticky surface, eyes wide with fear. "It's still here," she whispered to Celeste, before clapping a hand over her mouth.
The brunette tried to silently gesture to Annie, getting the woman to back away from the counter. There was a low growl, then a large crash as something fell to the ground and shattered. Celeste slowly reached into her bag.