At least the strange object didn’t seem like it was firmly glued down, or else she wouldn’t have known how they could cut it free. Even Ocellus’s meager possessions were gone now, and whatever tools might’ve been inside. “So we’ve got lots of nasty characters right behind us. We can’t go back the way we came, and we can’t stop here. Also we have a giant lump to carry around instead of a person. What the hell are we supposed to do now?”