The creatures watch Keira and Irene in an unsettling manner. They’re small furballs with clawed feet, delicate horns very long ears, and simplistic, flat masks devoid of expression. They don’t seem to have any intention to do more than watch, so Irene moves on to catch up with Keira.

Irene: Jeez, those things sure are creepy. Remember how the ones back home would-

She stops mid-sentence, noticing that Keira isn’t listening.

Irene: Keira?

Keira is looking ahead, her expression curiously blank.

Irene: Is something wrong?