She swims as the slime in the jar settles, this way and that way, light swirling through her, around her. It makes her temples pulse with the start of a migraine, sense struggling to keep pace with so much. It does not ease much, even when the jar has gone stationary and she sits with her eyes closed tight somewhere not terribly far from the tent, her back to her target. Her pained expression hidden by her stupid alien burka.

The voices of the pair of aliens are watery, muffled and distant but she makes out what she can of it, observing their odd exchange from eyes that are not eyes, the picture buoyant, in constant movement.

She hears a name. She hears a secret, or two. And she witnesses an exchange.

( Who are Casiria's new friends? )

One question she manages to formulate before it all becomes too much for her and she's puking into the inside of her hood.

"Ugh..."