By the time Abomination returned, Chris was covered in his efforts to butcher the deer, blood to match the grease and oil from before covering his hands and forearms. There was one streak along his cheek, as well, from where he'd absently drawn the back of one hand across his face (an involuntary response after being startled from his work by the first thundering of felled tree trunks).

Grateful for the excuse to abandon the ill-fated deer and work on starting a fire instead, Chris dropped his knife in favor of one of the lighters he'd pocketed earlier and knelt in front of the small pile of firewood. He picked out a few remaining twigs and splinters to use as kindling, lighting them absently as his attention shifted back to his companion.

Apropos of nothing, he spoke: "Was your DNA mixed with something? Do you know? Some kind of... horned lizard? Ooh, wait--! A crested lizard."