The three of them had reasons to hide their more unusual talents. Sabra, however, suffered from no such inhibitions and, once having prowled around the crater, saw no reason not to simply lean up a good deal closer, slowly tilting head in curiosity. No doubt, she would have been much more at home with a tree branch to perch upon.

"Yes," she volunteered, either oblivious to the fact that Echo had met her before or deliberately ignoring it. More likely the former. Her attention was fixed firmly on the extraterrestrial visitor. "It is something which hatches..."

Quite what was being hatched, was not yet clear. But sure enough, a segment of that intensely hot exterior was cracking, allowing some sort of viscous, glowing liquid to ooze out.

Maybe they'd get lucky. Maybe it was just perfectly natural.

Something harmless visiting Searchlight... Right.