Steph swallows, sitting back and putting the car into motion again, getting them away from -- whoever it was.

She's very tight-lipped -- from nausea, and from leaving someone behind, dead or not. From not stopping to help.

The babies -- and Mel and Sokka, and maybe even Marie -- are more important; that's all.

"Whatever was -- eating her. We can go -- inspect the toothmarks -- later."