[The truth is, he's actually a little pleased to see Coop up and about — not because it means he's well enough to be on his feet (because Albert knows all too well that as far as Dale Cooper is concerned, that means absolutely nothing about his current state of wellness), but because he really does look better, and it seems from the small physical cues he's giving off that the sunlight and fresh air are actually doing him some good. So while it's still his professional opinion that Coop ought to get his ass back in bed where he belongs, he's not going to begrudge him the stroll in the open air, either.]

That's right. Orange carapace, about a foot long. Pair of chelipeds in the front, two more sets of legs in the back, couple of red-hatted mushrooms on top. She picked it up and it released some kind of spore cloud; didn't hit me, but she took it front and center.

[At this, Gandhina thumps her tail a little halfheartedly, as if concurring with Albert's rapid summation.]