Rashad blinks, reaction delayed by the unexpectedness of her response to his attempt to tie her. Not a tiger, he notes to himself. Still, his primary goal is accomplished: he has vacated the tiger from the lab. A flick of his wrists drops the wires, and he turns and hurries out into the hall to face the whirlwind of birds.

He should have closed the door to the stairwell behind him. He does so now, reaching out through the ether to yank doors shut up and down the hall. "Cease this disorder!" he demands.