Something about the situation reminded Fred of Jasmine. But instead of controlling the mind of her victims, Glory took their sanity and left them with broken minds. She couldn't tell which was worse, the lack of free will or the inability to use it. Either way, it was unsettling to see people she had talked to only days earlier on the stretchers, out of their minds.
Fred pulled back the string on the crossbow, checking to make sure it was tightened just enough, and pulled the trigger, no bolt settled in to fire. As the string twanged, she decided it was in perfect working condition...and started to check it again.
Knowing that the others were out there, going up against Glory and her minions, her thoughts kept drifting their way, hoping everyone made it through safely and that they'd kick the goddess back to where she belonged. Until then, she needed a distraction. Babysitting those in the beds, it was a way she could help.
Setting the disarmed crossbow aside, Fred glanced over at Sharon and her daughter. She smiled softly. "Your daughter is adorable."