Sarah was listening, but she was also fascinated by the alien display in front of her. James was emerging from the cocoon, tearing it apart with horn and teeth as energetically as any hatching creature she’d ever seen before. Only, instead of coming out as a child, he seemed the same age. His hard black shell still looked soft and wrinkly though, and his wings were a crumpled mess. Every time he opened his mouth, it was to hack out a mouthful of slime.