“Huh, maybe they had to go and do something,” he muttered to himself. As he did so, he caught sight of movement on the strange smooth pod-bed, the pile of quilts and sheets heaped on it shifting. A single bug-horse foreleg popped out from under one side, the appendage flopping down by the side of the pod. A head appeared from the sheets a second later, ears twitching and nose sniffing.