[Mary immediately tries to cross the trench, scrambling as fast as she can (and belatedly remembering her dad's first rule- never try to fight if all you can do is make the monster angry). When the yielding sand slips under her hands and she can't find even one foot hold, she twists in the sand, falling back on her heels and yelling at them.]
Fine! you want this to be messy? I'll call Gabriel.
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Fine! you want this to be messy? I'll call Gabriel.