[Lightning doesn't answer at first, only working away as she patches up the last of the hole in the ground, silently wondering to herself if this one was one she'd left herself. When she's done, she wipes her brow with the back of her hand and straightens, stepping back to check over her work.]

Guess that's one way to put it. Plenty of people got hurt one way or another.

[She sighs, finally looking to the other woman.]

These were probably left by those damn black tendril... things...

[Not even Lightning knows what to call them but there's a clear, bitter ring in her voice when she mentions them.]