[It pauses, even the tendrils in the corridor with them going still.]
"...What's it doing? Why isn't it attacking?" "It's... I think it's trying to think of a way to communicate!" "Nonsense! This thing can't possibly be intelligent! Look at it, it can't even perceive we're here! That was... a battle for territory we just saw. Nothing more." "Then why isn't it trying to get to us now?"
[As the gaggle of scientists make themselves known once again, the tendrils react by recoiling into the air duct. There's a sense of rapid motion within the walls, a slight tapping here and there that cause the labcoats to huddle together again...]
[And then another sinewy appendage slithers from a closer duct, and the end uncurls and lays something at the ground. A pair of thick black glasses, smudged with red.]
"...OH MY GOD! IT ATE FREEMAN!"
[...the tendril sags a little. He has no hand, and he must facepalm.]
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"...What's it doing? Why isn't it attacking?" "It's... I think it's trying to think of a way to communicate!" "Nonsense! This thing can't possibly be intelligent! Look at it, it can't even perceive we're here! That was... a battle for territory we just saw. Nothing more." "Then why isn't it trying to get to us now?"
[As the gaggle of scientists make themselves known once again, the tendrils react by recoiling into the air duct. There's a sense of rapid motion within the walls, a slight tapping here and there that cause the labcoats to huddle together again...]
[And then another sinewy appendage slithers from a closer duct, and the end uncurls and lays something at the ground. A pair of thick black glasses, smudged with red.]
"...OH MY GOD! IT ATE FREEMAN!"
[...the tendril sags a little. He has no hand, and he must facepalm.]