The creature swings its head to the side, and its scalp... opens. Regan doesn't know how else to describe it. She's heard about it before, glimpses of a conversation her parents were having, but seeing it is... It's something else.

She gasps softly.

Not softly enough.

The creature's head snaps towards them, its carapace closing with a clap. But it can't see them, and Regan covers her mouth. It chitters again, moving forward with a grace impossible for its long, spindly form. It's coming closer. It heard her, and now it's coming closer.