[ By the time William turns back to him, Drake's got the slug in a storage container and is examining it through the plastic. ]

I bet there are more people with these out there, yeah. Probably anybody with gold glowing eyes has a... brain slug? That might make saving them from the hordes difficult.

[ He wonders why he even bothered to trap the thing -- it'd be more efficient to have just killed it, obviously, but the instincts from Hadriel are still there to document everything he finds, everything that happens. Normally he'd be making a post, asking if anyone knew what it was, but things are more complicated here.

Drake gets to his feet and glances back at the window. ]

I've gotta get out there. People will need help.

[ But he has no weapons here. Hmm. ]