Caroline's starting to tire, but she's miscalculated how long and how deep she should have been in the thick of the fight; she's not close enough to the edges of the mayhem to see where people are running to, and the smoke and fog keeps her from being able to look into the sky to find north. All the more frustrating, she's tired enough that she can't just zip away, the idea of going into a full sprint sitting poorly with the smoke in her lungs and ache in her legs.

She's ripped her extremely expensive prom dress off at the knees, but the tight, heavy fabric is still slowing her down as she stops using her exhausting vampire speed to zoom and starts to just run like a normal person, breathing hard. She's no longer looking for anyone who needs help; she's just looking for an escape.

But she does find someone who needs help. A nightrender has a girl with bunny ears in its fist, and is opening its mouth to suck the little star out of her. Caroline doesn't know what that little star the nightrenders are eating is, but she's completely certain that it's something Bunny Ears would miss.

"Hey, jerk!" Caroline uses a last burst of speed to dash over to the nightrender, fangs descended, eyes bloodshot with frenzy, and chomps down on the nightrender's neck. The hunter just became the hunted.