That seemed to be good enough for him: he followed me out of the door and stuck close to my side. As I begin walking around to gauge what has changed, I try my best to ignore the constant, crawling pressure of the alien. Shortly after I felt the cargo lift ascend into the ship, it’s severity had lessened by at least an order of magnitude; I can only assume that it is the result of whatever they were containing the alien’s statue with. While it was immensely helpful, the sensation was still present: enough to remain irritating and unpleasant. If only it had been blocked out in it’s entirety.