[Gripping Ecks' hand tightly, Mary bolts towards the centipede-like anomaly. There isn't a lot of space, not between the razor-sharp legs, but the length of the creature gives them an advantage. A slim one, but Mary Watson isn't picky.

Her grip only gets tighter when they get closer to the anomaly. She pulls Ecks closer to her, eyes narrowed. Timing had to be right, just right.] We're sliding under the fellow. Best shot we've got of getting past him, I think. Unless you've another idea--which you better tell me now.

[She talks fast, her eyes leaving the anomaly only once to look at Ecks. There's only a few seconds for the golem to speak her protest, otherwise Mary is about to try and slide past the anomaly's legs to get to that house.]