Butcher's Bill 2.2

My Mongrel-enhanced senses detected a unusual, acrid scent; I'd never smelled it before, but the Butcher had. Without breaking stride, I reached down into the pool of water and picked up Bonnet by the back of her shirt. She was only semiconscious, and still smelled faintly of the harsh, pepper-spray-like chemicals that her power let her emit.