I pulled myself through the manhole with a pained breath, dragging the lid back as the final vestiges of my transformation receded. The relief was immediate as the injuries shifted from almost crippling to manageable. Though I’d managed to get out from under the rubble, the whole time I’d felt like I’d had a jackhammer trying to burst out of my guts.But the worst victim had been my ears.My sense of balance had been completely shot, leaving me to stumble and drag my way and completely unable to run without stumbling every other step. The ringing pain stabbing into my ear canals still held on with tenacity, drowning everything in a persistent tinnitus shrill.I spared a glance at the warehouse interior partially out of habit to confirm no one was there, mostly to zero in on the food crate. Bruised hands tore the hard-cover, revealing a box filled to the brim with protein paste that I began shovelling into my mouth without preamble. Chewing was optional, and my body needed as much fuel it could get to start the healing.I really hoped this was healable.Note to self: never take hunting mode if my destination is a small space where they strap bombs on drones.I paused for a moment, chewing for a heartbeat.Note to self #2: don’t go into a location where they strap bombs to drones without having something disposable to send ahead of me.Note to self #3: talk to Quinn about maybe getting my hands on a disposable drone.There was a swell of pride at having enough mental capacity to even review my own actions.