Gobbet nods, a smirk playing on her lips. Oh they definitely had a storm coming alright. She curls her arm up in a pulling motion and the mist flashes out of existence for a moment. It re-appears surrounding the monkeys by the winch. Immediately, they scream out in pain. Their fur seems to shed away on contact and the skin beneath turns red and blisters rapidly.

The cage lurches as they flee the lingering cloud and let the slack go. It doesn't fall, but it sways dangerously low over the pot. Gobbet grips the wooden bars to steady herself, turning to Shepard with a grin.

"Get sawin', that'll only last about five minutes, ten tops."