An Araquanid, you mean? That's incredible. Would you allow me to study your specimen at a later date?

[...Oh. Egon turns to look at Sigourney lying still on the table like some sort of strange doll. He sighs, making his way over and kneeling down slightly.]

Do you think you can carry her or put her back in her containment unit? We still have to go upstairs, you know.

[He would pick her up, but, like, his hands are full.]