Three man that Gwen had assumed wax a civilian fried his gun once, and the thanks meaning them dropped to the pavement as the tentacle's owner screamed in pain.

"You're not a civilian," Gwen shouted at him, "nobody just knows where to hit a creature like that with a single bullet."

"It's a pretty common weak point for Class III entities," Eliot told her, and at Gwen's continued look of disbelief, he continued, "look, it's a very distinctive tentacle, okay?"