Drana pulled a hand from pocket and rose it before Rhys quite apathetically, as if her wrist were incapable of pulling her hand upwards.

"We got any information on what the target is, besides disruptive and dangerous? I'm sure I speak for everyone when I say that we'd rather not go in to find out our target is a leviathan that buries itself into the ground, only to devour us in one big gulp as soon as we go to sleep. Or whatever." She'd seen her fair share of creepy crawlies, big bads, and murderous monsters, but what was always consistent was how surprising each creature appeared to be; they always had some newfound way of killing. While she'd never encountered a leviathan that swallowed the resting, it didn't take much imagination to come up with it, and it got the point across, she hoped.

"From the sounds of it, this thing is pretty adept at fucking up our troops. There must be something special to it that we should know about."