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[ It's hard to ignore the screech of something sharp across stone. He looks up from his map to make sure nothing is careening towards him, only to see something that looks like it sprang out of that bad telly show about spacenurses fighting intergalactic crimes. The one that John watched, of course, not him. It actually moves, though, and not in shaky spurts of animatronics but in actual shifts of muscle. He's left to stare a moment, mouth drawn thin like he's just put something in his mouth that he's not sure he likes. He doesn't have the need to run just yet, but he is very still. His mind is trying to make sense of this, but he honestly has no previous data on this occasion. ]