Regardless, Miss Bunny, the banshee of the lake ain't no different than…well, a thunderstorm out here. Momma dealt with her, her momma did too, and so on. Same with Beau's family.

Mhmm…and it ain't just the boaters who go missing out there; me, Beau, and every other little settlement like ours on the shoreline have to keep our doors locked extra tight at night for her. I guess if Tahoe City ain't getting called by her like we do, they won't waste the manpower.

Yeah, and either uses the shroud of rad storms..or conjures them up. Either way, the banshee has an endless hunger for flesh; she's just a normal way of life out here, friend.