"No one's found this before. Or if they did, they had much different priorities," Eva says, trying to deduce what she's sure Daniel's already pieced together. Or if they did, they didn't make it back out, she thinks, but that's a morbid thought for a tomb that seems quite peaceful, if you can get past the statues that seem to stare at you with their shiny plated eye sockets.

"What's that you've got there?" She walks over to where Daniel found the jar, although she gives him plenty of personal space. Whether or not they're getting along now - and Eva would insist they only are because it's more pleasant to do an archaeological dig with someone you're fine with than someone you want to tell to back off - she doesn't consider them friends enough anymore to get too close to him, mentally or physically. "A dog? That's different than the crocodiles, at least. Have you seen any indications that they're pantheistic?"

She wanders back out towards the table in the room, examining the objects. She feels as if she shouldn't touch them. They're arranged so neatly, in a concentric sort of order instead of linear, like most Earth humans would probably set them up. She strokes her chin as she thinks on this and realizes her head's bleeding slightly, probably from whatever she snagged herself on. Apparently in catching her hair, it also scraped against her cheekbone. It must have been sticking out quite a lot.

Without asking Daniel's permission, she walks back to the entrance crack to examine it.