Meanwhile, the Gorgon still had not looked away from the line-up of pods spaced along the hall. Daboia raised a claw to her face; Unable to scream, she managed to gasp instead. It was a menagerie, with creatures of every shape and size somehow contained within the thin glass rooms. Some had bestial heads and multiple arms. Some had large, membranous wings on the backs of their body. Several of them had the same squashy-flat faces that she remembered noticing on the creature beside her. No Hydra graced their head. Only a few even resembled her own species, and even then the comparison was vague at best. It was as if she'd stumbled into an alien zoo. Were any of these entities from anywhere near the planet Drellm?
It almost felt like a perverse fascination. She couldn't look away from them, but felt guilty for staring, despite them all being unconscious. Of which she couldn't understand why. It was only her here, in this cell, she realized. For all she knew, she was completely alone...
A loud noise caught her attention. Glass broke from a pod several yards away. Daboia stiffened from her place on the wall. It seemed she wouldn't be alone for much longer, for even from her distance, she could see some sort of monster emerging from the pod. It appeared as a blot from where she stood, but she could hear it. It made a lot of noise. Growling, barking... it sounded like some kind of animal. From here she couldn't place it, but the sound filled her with a sudden deep, intrinsic terror.
Immediately, she ducked down behind her pod. She hoped she still had her bag. Somehow, the Pyramid might have picked it up with her during ascension. Maybe they'd place it inside the pod, or underneath it. She had left her knife in there. What little means of protection it would grant her, would probably help her more than nothing now. Unbelievably, she found it hanging from a metal shelf above. The Gorgon would have shouted out in triumph if she wasn't trying to hide from what could be a monster down the hallway. Rifling through, she scoured the contents before finding the knife, and shockingly, the scripture, still inside the bag.
She pulled out the knife, a very standard defensive weapon of her tribe's, and readied it by her side. If it came to physical violence, she was -somewhat- prepared. The blade shimmered, catching green and silvery light, and she wondered if it would be enough.
Behind her, she heard something knock against the glass. Startled, the snake-woman twisted around. The mutant-creature had awakened! Approaching the case, she tapped the glass lightly with a claw, before pressing one finger up in front of her lips.
<Shh, quiet Tribe-less. You'll alert something far more dangerous than I unless you hush.> She snarled, speaking lowly in her society's native language. It hadn't occurred to her yet that the other creature might not understand her, but for all she thought, the other was merely some sort of mutated Gorgon, and not an extraterrestrial itself.