Amused at what she'd done to the toadstool, Sierra watched the fungus for a few extra seconds. It was still trying so desperately to move, yet its movements were so slow and not coordinated at all. Alright, so what next? Harvesting the fangs. Right.

She placed the palm of her hand on the top of the toadstool, gripping it firmly so that the fungus couldn't get away. She couldn't exactly yank out its fangs if it was falling all over the work area, now could she? She eyed the toadstool. If this thing but her, she'd kick out 'til it landed in the lake. Or not... She eyed Bentley. She'd think about it, though!

Hmm. Was she grasping too tightly? She didn't think so...

She gripped the fang and then moved swiftly in a downward direction. Once it was in her hand, she stared at it like it was some foreign object. Well, one down, one to go.