Thelsma nodded silently, before stepping forward and collecting some of the reddish fluid with a vial and a strip of flesh from the pod with her SIN, storing both in a sealed compartment in her armor. She straightened and stared down at the two with interest, "Unknown. Conversion of Traduitarians into Hive forms while retaining prior features suggests infiltration organisms. Probability that these are the first such organisms is low. Recommend scan and purge of population to eliminate infiltrators.".
The stripper raised an eyebrow, before flicking away her cigarette which flew off and dissolved into purple smoke, "When you put it like that, how could I say no. Where do we start, sugar-top?"
Gable settled his warhammer, pommel on the ground and hand on its head, "Hopefully nothing my hammer can not solve. What is the problem?", before his eyes fell onto the amulet, or rather the lack of it. Gable lowly muttered, "No....".