Snatcher - Cold Resistance

  He places a hand against the porthole and watches as the beast strikes the glass, again and again, to the great distress of the airlock occupants. This close, in the shadow of the station, he can sense the raw strength of the thing, its drool freezing to its face. It’s probably dying, but it shows no signs of slowing down.

  What majesty, driven to waste.

  “It would appear that the freezing point of its blood is far lower than that of a human,” Marcus says.

  “That’s not surprising,” Dorian replies. “It’s the perfect killing machine.”

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Alien: The Cold Forge, Chapter 17