"Hell if I know," Nick cuts back through his teeth, his brow knitting, apprehension spreading across him as readily as the rust. The color is both vibrant and terrible to an mechanical being like himself, just about matching the corrosion he'd spotted earlier on Osc—

His eyes flick to his constructed companion, back to that corroded patch obscured by his jacket. Not a minute ago, the creature had barely grazed his hand -- and Oscar might have been running from it for a while. It's the most obvious common denominator. "Did that thing in there get a hold of you at any point?" he asks, his voice low, but tone urgent.