She asked George about the creature, her voice trembling. "George, what is it? Why is it so dangerous?" George glanced at her, his expression unreadable. "Martha, I wish I could tell you," he said, his voice steady but serious. "Right now, our priority is to contain it safely." Martha swallowed hard, nodding. "Okay, but please, once it's secure, you have to explain," she insisted. George gave a tight nod, his focus already shifting back to the task.