Stacia shoves her way out of the carts, seizing...some part of the cart anatomy and snapping it free to make a club.

"Time," she rasps, forcing the word into something comprehensible in spite of her muzzle. Though given how fucking sturdy these things are, they're all going to need an escape soon. "Others?"

She catches up to Dan's little Nightrender parade and jams her cart part into it's glowing face hole. If it's not bigger from the inside, maybe they can cram it full of stuff so that it has to stop and extract everything before it can do anymore sucking.