Grif squeezes his eyes shut in preparation to be gored, but it doesn't happen. The shambling monstrosity lunges after Connie instead. A tail woven from possibly-human spines whipsaws in the fetid air behind it, lashing Grif and knocking the breath out of him for a moment. He really didn't need the help there. Thanks for that, bullshit space monster.

The creature hesitates for a moment, apparently it does have some visual sense it's relying on, before it starts methodically chasing Connie's images one by one. It's relentless in its efficiency as it hunts out the real Connie and Lenny, stalking nearer and nearer with every slash of its beak.

It takes it way too little time for comfort.

Grif, in the meantime, cannot believe he's still in one piece. He's up again. Moving again. Trying to figure out what the monster already has: which one's real?