She takes her arm back. His discomfort may only slowly register on his face, but it registers nonetheless. Smart boy; he can tell when he's being buttered up. It stands to believe that she should stop underestimating him so much. She starts to recall that 'slow' may have a very different meaning than 'stupid'.

"Well, now you do." Eva walks back over to where the once-murderous plant is laying on the ground, like some kind of limp, deflated balloon oozing jelly and trailing tentacles of vines. She prods at it with her spear. "This can, presumably, digest us. We have a better chance of being able to digest it than anything else around here."

She stabs it and hoists it up, looping it over her shoulder like some traveler's sack. It drips orange liquid. The vines trail like some hideous wedding train.

"And if not, at least it smells awful enough to keep people away from us."

-timeskip-

Traveling at R's pace, it takes the better part of the evening to return to the cave with Sigma and Eponine. Eva has to say she's somewhat grateful for the enforced reprieve. She pushes sticks and fronds away that block the entrance - the rancid stench of sweat and vomit wafts out. She hunkers down.

"Eponine, Dr. Klim? We have a visitor."