Oh, great, it was Starship Troopers in here. Tyrus's face screwed up a little, wondering where that thought came from for a moment.

But the slug was remarkable enough to distract him -- momentarily -- from the bugs. He did step to the side a little when one flew in close, before he nodded and looked back up at Harriet. "Uh," he said, "maybe--I mean, I want to think about it a little, if it's okay."

He looked back at the slug. That was incredible, he determined. "Did you use anything as a skin, or does it just keep its shape on its own?"