Dinah stares at the plant with a puzzled frown on her face. She nods blankly and reluctantly reaches for the gun in her shorts...

...only to have to leap back as a green shoot rockets out of the broken floor beneath her, wrapping tentacle like around her wrist. Before Dinah can react, the plant has jerked violently, to the sound of bones cracking in her wrist, forcing her hand open and the gun to drop.

"Ah-ah-AH," a rich, male voice booms - from the large plant in the center. "That won't help you now, Sugar."