"Oh," says Lyubov and frowns. "Nu. Well. See, a lacuna's like a hole in the Bones? Uh. In ... reality. And weird things, they crawl out of that hole, or the hole creates like, conditions for them to exist?" She shrugs.

"Unless moving piles of clothes with teeth are like, just endemic to cruise ships in this place. I wouldn't know, nu? I just got here."