Lyall sighed with relief of his own and nodded, glad that she'd been thorough, at least. "Good. Another fellow I met was bitten by one of the creatures possessing them-- these." He held up the little bag, where the tiny creatures were flitting around in a panic. His own hands were scratched up along the inside of his fingers and his palms, though only a few were bleeding. "But he seems to be doing just fine."

He kept the bag out, this time, not wanting to accidentally squash his test subjects (again), but he did pull a kleenex from a pocket to wipes his hands off. "I probably ought to wash my lovely new markings off, though. Vicious little things."