She sticks her head out.

"Scott, Lydia? We need you."

They arrive.

He presents them with a heart.

He examines the scent, then.

She listens.

He presents the brain.

She observes the proceedings with interest, but does not interrupt.

"...they smell confusing. I wouldn't guess they were human based on the scent. But not like werewolves, either."

"What about the chimeras? Is it similar?"

"The chimeras smelled human. This one doesn't."

"Have you encountered anything similar before?"

"...kind of like werecoyotes, but not just that."

"I have no idea what to make of that."

"Give me a bit longer to memorize the scent. It won't help me figure out any of the unfamiliar parts right now, but I'm guessing once you preserve it I can't check?"

"The scent will change when I preserve it, yes. If it was just covering it up, you'd have an advantage over humans, but you can't find a scent that has faded so completely."

"Is this where I come in? They're standing around you, discussing the case."

"Anything useful?"

"Not really. 'Our condition worsens', over and over."

"Who is 'they'?"

"The Dread Doctors."

"Ghosts, or memories, or echoes. Lydia's a banshee, they can sense that kind of thing."

"Not entirely happy with the changes they've made to themselves."

"Maybe. They're describing how they died now. Trying to analyze your technique."

"Can you try speaking to them?"

"Drs. Dread? I'm Lydia."