"Oh, dear," they say, eyeing the spilled chicken. "I guess I won’t be having dinner tonight."

She was unbothered by the mess, and she also seems to lack any concern for her surroundings—despite the fact that the Abnormality could be seconds away from breaking the perimeter.

Turning towards you, the white-haired woman gives you a wink, “you’re fighting that Abnormality right?” She points behind your shoulder at the sentient poultry walking around. "Good luck."