"You've got the tou-" Prism was quick to stop singing to herself as Turbulence chipped in. "Huh?" As she neared the impact site, the large crater that the pod formed, she looked to see who was there. 

The crater was of a decent size, but a little too large for the size of the pod that had crashed into the ground. It must have been dense to have packed that much of a punch, she knew that much, but that wasn't what worried her. 

What worried her were the groups of junkions gnawing on the pod in an attempt to crack it open. 

There were about twenty of them, all scattered around and picking up the scraps on the surface while some of them attempted to open the pod with the most unorthodox ideas. Some danced and prayed to what Prism believed were fictional deities, others gnawed on it, and some even tried [i]seduction[/i].... All at once...

"Turb." Prism spoke through comms. "You [i]are[/i] seeing this... [i]right[/i]? This isn't just another hallucination or something?"