[He had found a good resting place--somewhere safe, and dark, and familiar. No one would try to shoot him here, and while there weren't sparks nearby....

Well, he wasn't having the best luck with those anyhow.

However, his brief, restful nap beneath the Mako wasn't as restful as he'd hoped it was, even if it turned out brief.

As the tentacles wrapped around the vehicle, he screeched, hissing, and clambered out onto one.]