"It's webbing," said Rosa, leaning against at least one area of the counter that seemed to exist in a spot just out of the field of chaos, still watching very closely, and sounding as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Even if she then wasn't quite sure how to explain it from there. "My boyfriend...produces it, or whatever, and obviously tried to use it against whatever attacked him here, and it didn't work."

Which wasn't, you know, mildly terrifying to think about, or anything...