Xylath pondered the question for a short while. "Desperation, I suppose. The world has become very different than what you most likely learned about back in the lab. Food is not as easy to come by now, and it's resulted in a rather heated struggle for survival. You may end up having to eat like this to survive, as well." she answered finally,  once again casting a look out at the city. She was perfectly content with aiding in this occupation, but was it really getting anywhere? Both sides seemed to be in stasis at the moment, and resources continued to dwindle. Oh well, how the operation was going wasn't for her to decide, it was Nadine who determined how well they were doing. That left something else to wonder. "You say you wish to stay with me, and aren't afraid of my body, but before you make any final decisions on that, I think it's only fair to show you what I really look like." she said slowly, concentrating. The ground began to shake, tremors rumbling through it as the many limbs and body parts of the living weapon gathered together, bunching up to make her profile slimmer, an attempt to avoid too much collateral damage. The ground around the shell began to crack open and crumble away, as the main body of Xylath pushed it's way upwards, more of the nightmare being revealed bit by bit.