[She nods slowly, not really wanting to think about the monster overmuch, as though giving it too much of her time and attention might summon it into being — and subconsciously, she tightens her grip just a fraction, her hand shaking like a bird brought in out of a storm.]

It had...long arms, and big claws. Hands. Like — as though its hands were too big for the rest of it, and its arms out of proportion.

[That's one talent that never really leaves her, no matter how rattled or not she is: the knack for being descriptive, for finding the words she wants.]

The rest of it was amorphous, but it had eyes. They glowed, and moved. They saw me.