The sudden sound of an explosion broke Medusa's concentration. Annoyed, she looked out the window. Eruca was outside, dancing in the wreckage left by her bomb and humming a little song. She halted abruptly at Medusa's glare.
"Sorry," she called. "Um… pest control?"
Medusa shook her head and turned away.
"Lady Medusa…?" Crona was still sitting patiently on the gurney, her sleeve pulled up her arm in preparation. "Is something wrong?"
Medusa shook her head again in answer, and at the rogue smile that had formed on her own face. She readied the needle. "Oh, to be young and foolish."