"We're gonna kill him!" Louder, but not quite to a shout; some part of Nimona remembers that she's gotta at least make some effort at stealth. "Efrain! He's had it coming for months and tonight?"

She snaps open the fingers of her right hand. Claws extend like switchblades, but they look -- different. Like there's a clear boundary between where they start and the rest of Nimona ends, even though they shifted with her as easily as ever.

"He's gonna get it. Check it out."