She slammed her hands against the floor, denting the metal in long welts where the pressure tugged at it for feet in either direction. She turned them over and dug the claws it.

Think it through. Think it through. You know where you are. Sorta.

"Rip yer... heart..."

Out.

She gasped a little, claws reverting, canines shrinking back to their normal size. She closed her eyes and sagged, pressing her forehead to the metal and letting her hands go soft, absently curled over the rents in the steel.

"Oh. Oh, God."