"I--" Jaime cut himself short, watching the Scarab sensors pick apart the components of that...thing. It wasn't tech; the suit couldn't communicate back to it. This thing was biological, just like she sad. At least that knocks off the whole "alternate-reality-relative" thing, right?

"No, it's not from the Reach. It's--" he winced, watching it work. Tech or no tech, there was still the problem of it hurting her. Scarab scrolled through the options, still not in the habit of omitting the lethal options, much to Jaime's aggravation. He huffed a little, just to himself.

"Okay, we need to...get this thing off before it crushes you, right? So, so hold on, I can..." Jaime's left hand stretched and flattened like a spade, stepping forward.