“What is it?”
“I think it’s a…human.”
“That explains the stench. Where did it come from?”
“Just…appeared.”
“It’s got metal bits. Maybe we can scrap it…”
“Already did. Shiny bauble that, eh? Just had it round its neck, ripe for the taking.”
“It looks ill.”
“They all look like that.”
“Even for a tellurite, though—are they meant to be that colour?”