They young lady was lying still inside the confines of the open container. Her muscles looked totally relaxed as if she was dormant and unconscious. But little by little she started to stir and could even move fingers. Sinclair exhaled with relief. Mara was alive and looked unscathed.  Perhaps he came to get her right on time.The creature moved aside, inviting Sinclair to approach the container and check everything himself. He did so without holstering his cutter - even with his mind fogged - he still didn’t trust the tentacles spreading around him.
  He stepped closer to the creche where Mara’s unconscious body was and tried to talk to her. But she did not reply, though she seemed to react to his voice.
“How are you, baby? Can you move?“ Sinclair asked, but Mara could not open her eyes. The corners of her lips moved erratically, as if she was trying to tell him something, but she uttered no sound. The man was puzzled at this nervous reaction and tried to touch her. Suddenly her right hand became animated and she was able to curl the fingers.