"Monsters and not the type that hide under your bed or in the closet. Monsters like the ones we saw last week. You can't see them because the fog is so thick, but they can certainly see you. Smell you. You have to be sharp and ready to kill with no hesitation. If you have any emotional attachment to killing things that are still alive, drop it now. They don't care about you. Don't care about them."

She's going to lay it all out on the table here for Wichita. There's no reason to sugarcoat it. Fog hunting is what it is and it pays decently for a reason. It's dangerous work, physically and psychologically. No one who goes out there comes back the same. Cindy's willing to risk that for money.

"I'll advise you to get better before going out there, otherwise, I'll be shipping you back to Rex in a body bag and I'm not in the mood to see him snotting it up," Cindy continues, folding her hands together and leaning them on the table. This kid has spunk, if only because she knows the importance of a backup plan having a backup plan. She isn't about to take her out anytime soon, though. There's a lot more left to learn. "Is that shotgun the only thing you have?"