She'd managed to find a respite from monstrous forms armed with words and claws she'd given them herself _{("You're not a good doctor at all, you're just a torturer--")} for all of a few minutes when the tower itself began to collapse inwards. Fran's got the time to snap the thread she'd been using to truss what scores the monsters had managed against her, before she has to catch herself because serious situations aside, Fran's still got the balance of a long-running game of Jenga.