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Rose Lalonde, the only horror movie buff of the foursome, did nothing to stop this. In fact, she was a mere couple of rooms over, lounging on the couch while Jade examined the body. A week of slow defrosting had done the girl good, the frozen liquid encasing her turned to some kind of slush, and then a thick syrup that had begun slowly leaking out the day prior, necessitating the rapid introduction of many towels to the scene. Jade stood by, bundled in labcoats, adjusting her glasses on her face. Even though their base had central heating, it was still Antarctica. Shit was cold.
There was nobody else in the room to speak to besides herself and her iPhone, currently acting as a tape recorder. The local weather wasn't very kind for the satellite reception, so for now, she was speaking to be sent out to her colleagues later. She held the microphone end of her phone closer to her mouth while she ran her fingers up and down the cold surface of the alien's glass receptacle, clearing condensation away with her blunt-clipped fingernails.
She examined.