Zash the Stampede is taking a nap while Yvette Marlowe drives. Not all is right with the world but at least it's not terribly wrong, right now.
He squints at Morgan for a second.
Something here isn't adding up.
And her mind is also on the more opaque end so he can't pick up very much from her. She does seem to believe what she's saying, and also... he thinks she... has some other reason to believe it? Than just logic. Which is less the psychic stuff and more inference and gut feeling, he'd need to be closer to her and maybe touching her skin to get more than that. Still, he'll need to chase that note of confusion down.
After, that is, he chases the kid down, because the down side if Morgan is wrong is still an innocent kid being eaten by a worm bigger than anything Zash has seen in his hundred and fifty years of life. Off he goes.
"I really feel like we should be focusing on the actual problem here, which is being stuck in a fuckoff huge worm!!!" she calls after him.
"Sure, until you went and added another one to it! Even removing the possibility of innocence, which I am not, we can't just -- there are any number of reasons someone could kill, that doesn't mean they deserve to die in here."
And then yeah she'll go running off after Zash, because Zash is clearly the person to be sticking with in here.
"We are in here too! How about we worry about us instead of -- fucking damn it fine I'm coming but this is stupid!"
Zash is superhumanly strong and agile; the kid is small. In a space made of fleshy hills and unstable footing, the kid mostly wins. At least in the short run—Zash could probably have caught up to the kid if he knew exactly where the kid had gone and kept running, but after running a little bit he reaches a bifurcation.
"What kind of nightmare of biological construction has a bifurcation in a creature's guts," he growls in frustration.
"Hell if I know, man," grumbles Morgan, arriving shortly after. "You want someone who can explain worm biology to you then I am not the person to..."
He swirls around fast enough it's almost like he instantaneously inverted mid-air. "—Yvette? Yvette!"
Ooookay time to backtrack a little bit he did not run far enough ahead that he could possibly have lost her.
"...okay, no, this is enemy action. Morgan if you're the enemy I am going to be so upset."
"I don't think you are. And I also don't think the kid is a murderer. But worms don't do this." He runs a hand through his hair. "Sorry, I'm stressed and snappish. Let's go looking for them."
“Yeah. Of course.” And they can begin looking. “I don’t know why you don’t, though. You’d thought it was him until you opened the door and saw a —“
And it's Vernon's gun; he can tell from the noise.
Well, he does not need to be told twice.
Here is Yvette, covered in goo and looking like she just shot and clawed her way out of… something.
“The fucking bugs swarmed me and shoved me in a, a gooey pocket thing!!!” she declares without preamble, looking very unhappy.
"...the bugs?" he agrees. "What... the fuck." Then he turns around again, grimacing. "What is that noise."
“I don’t hear anything, either. Except, uh, the ringing in my ears from close range gunshot, which, ow.”