She met his glance with a scoff.
"What?" Her voice was dry. "Don't tell me you need help dealing with a non-mutant beast."
'Non-mutant beast huh? That's what they call normal beasts?'
Stan filed the term away with the small, distant part of his mind that was still gathering information. If there was a category of non-mutant beasts, there was, logically, a category of mutant ones. Beasts that had been altered by the recent emergence of Qi. Beasts that had passed some biological threshold into something more than ordinary predators.
The one in front of him was, apparently, still ordinary. Which meant he was expected to handle it.
He assessed rapidly.
