His body?! ohhh no. No no no. He was not going to be joining the ranks of crumbled and forgotten remains left in the depths of some bizarre alien machine.

He turned towards Elle, ichorous black dripping ominously down from his fingers.

"D-don't say that!! It'll be fine, probably, just-- help me find some way of gettin' this off my hands!"

Ugh, and it smelled like burnt... sugary... artificially-flavored motor oil. And something told him they'd have a hard time finding a source of running water down here...