What Blaine needed was a staff he could carry with him and extend when he needed it. One of these days he was going to be unlucky and run out of ammo, and getting up close and personal for pistol whipping was a shitty option even at the best of times. He resolved to get himself one of those, or at least a stun baton as he washed the last of the grime off his arms and put on more soap for a third and final washing.

"They possess trees? What do they do then? Shake their branches at you?" he asked, rinsing off a final time before shaking his hands free of water and drying off what moisture was left. He went in search of a gun cleaning kit and was back in a minute or two with a case he set on the table. He took his own gun apart first, laying out the pieces and looking them over to remove any grime and dirt before taking a brush to the inside of the barrel.