John’s jaw dropped, just in time to get one of the tendrils slapping against the side of his helmet and running a sticky slime trail down from his head to his arm. That went…well, okay, that went way better than expected. They were alive and not partially digested, and it looked like they’d tested negative on the threat level to Stacy thing. John let loose the breath he’d been about to strangle himself on without even knowing it, blowing it out and feeling all the tension just go flooding out of him, just like that. He slapped Ian on the shoulder with the back of his hand.

“Looks like we lucked out. Congrats,” he grinned. “Let’s finish up here and get out before they change their minds.”

Aside from getting chased all over Stacy's bowels, he had to say it went way better than expected. He just could skip the part of doing it all over again.