*John looks over at Lecter, and frowns.*
John: So! What the fuck was that about?!
*He presses down on Sasha's puncture wound, which causes her to hiss in pain. Though Sasha has her own questions, she is in too much pain to voice them.*
Sasha: Help me the fuck up...

*The creature with the distended jaw finally walks away towards the storm, it's tentacled back writhes with anticipation.*