Lyra didn't move from where she was, standing there staring at the fallen monsters and would nudge the tentacles of the small dead one next to her.  Somewhere between shellshocked and curious; but she didn't look up at the group and knelt down and would examine the poison-spurting one to see if she could find a way to extract the poison itself. Maybe she should use it for something else later?  But after a bit of half-hearted attempts and would sit in the dirt and sigh.  "Am..am I ...am I really related to these things...?" she muttered and shuddered, holding herself around the torso.  "Was ..was this how I was born....? Is all I have to rely on because of things like these?" she started to shiver.<br/><br/>What everyone might've heard was the last couple lines and then.  "Am I even really human!?"