[Not quite understanding, she does stare at it for a good, long, thorough moment, before...] Not blood or flesh, just metal. [Frowning, harder. Harder. A bit more than that... and then, she seems to perk up, eyes swiveling forward, and her garnet red eyes glimmer, reflecting the light neatly in the dimness of the cavern. And not even from the Turnskin part of her physiology. She thinks she Has It.] Some kind of golem? Filled with metal. Never met one that could talk, though. Usually, they just smash things that try to get to wherever they're guarding; do you have some other kind of a task?