I followed the trail of darnage all the way across town. I could tell that you were getting the hang of using the bead because the drainage was more focussed, but you were still nervous, jumpy, firing at anything you thought looked suspicious. It was mostly small-scale dimmage now, but obvious if you knew what to look for - scared plaster here, burnt pantiwork there. I was glad that you had only fried the bean at properly - no-one had been hurt.