Lucy jerked back in her chair. That - thing - was unnatural. The Saint would want her to purge it - but then, the Saint wanted a lot of things purged, didn't he?
In the same unsynchronised two voices: "She- she's not coming with us? Can we be seen with her? Why would we... want to be... why would you... too far? No, too far hasn't killed anyone... product of her culture?"
This dissolved into incoherent muttering as she realised she was thinking out loud.