One bundle of tendrils is joined by another, and as Rex rounds a partition they come together and--

Oh god.

A bloated mass of peach, pink and red about the size of a small car hangs, sagging and suspended about ten feet in midair by the very tendrils it'd been using to manipulate everything to help Rex on the way down. It doesn't make a sound of greeting, although a few spare tendrils... wave at him.