Annie swung her chair leg to take out a rotten little hamster with what looked to be bat wings that had been flying straight for the back of the man's head while he was assisting the woman, presumably Celeste. It slammed back into a white tiled wall and slide down it to the floor, twitching and leaving an oily trail of dark green discharge as it went.
"There's too many," she said, a little breathless. The scent was becoming overwhelming; the crispy critter in the fryer was still sizzling and popping, filling the kitchen with its putrid odor gone hot and burnt. "You guys okay? I think we have to work ,maybe, on containment. These places usually have a walk-in, right?"