"What is—"

"Don't touch it."

"Why not?"

"'Cause I don't know where it comes from."

"And you decided to bring it here? What the hell is wrong with you? That's not procedure!"

"How about this? Nobody touches the egg until we know where it comes from. Nobody asks me about the egg until I am officially drunk."

"Where did you find it?"

"The Badlands."

"What the fuck were you doing in the—"

"Dena, this is my first shot. I haven't been able to get drunk off of one shot since I was twelve. Go away."

"If you think—"

"Go. Away. All of you."

"I'm not going anywhere until we—"

"Shut up."

"No, you shut up! I have a right to—"

"Shut! Up!"  Crackling coursed throughout the corridor. "There. You hear that? What's that noise?"

Rick calmly loaded his pistol. "Hatching."