Death Otter looks a little crestfallen to see Cyril wearing it, but she nods.
"Just thinking that thing in the bathroom might have something to do with weird phone calls and mysterious teddy bear transmissions. Still might. Hm. Like, if someone didn't appreciate the job we did at the train crossing. Or they did, but didn't want to leave loose ends."
She paced restlessly to the hallway, thinking. The thing had tried to escape out the toilet...it could have gotten in that way too. Its attack had seemed pretty haphazard to her...just jumping the first one through the door. It might not have been intelligent. Not an assassin then...more settling a scorpion into someone's sleeping back when it's rolled up. Assuming it was more than chance. But chance seemed like by far the strangest possibility.
So. Mysterious transmissions that seem like they're meant to be prophetic. First from a bear, then from a headset Cyril buys. Russian mafia. SUVs at the roadside, one lives, one dies.
"We steal the bear. Then we get the calls. We decide who lives and who dies. Then...alien monster tries to kill us. So, if the Russians got the bear, would they be getting the calls...would they get to decide which SUV to warn..."