“Not her,” Ocellus agreed, lowering her head back into the crate. She emerged with another container a moment later, one marked with familiar yellow and black warning logos from one end to the other. The shapes weren’t quite the same as the ones Sarah had grown up with, but the implications of danger were clear enough. But as Ocellus set it down on the table, she could read more of the circular script. “Extreme hazard—active bioforming agent. Do not tamper.”