Aware of how close he came to being permanently decommissioned the last time he encountered the creature, Jojo moves into a gentle jog. Physical exertion is far from routine for the doctor but even with the damage he has sustained, his synthetic servosystems rapidly engage, and his pace quickens.
Behind him he hears that sound again, click-click-click, and again, click-click-click. Getting nearer. Just the slightest hint of something reaches his olfactory sensors, oily complex hydrocarbons, a trace of acid. He breaks into a run up the incline of smooth black rock. In passing his processors note that his feet stick to the ground more effectively than he would have expected, and his proprioceptors indicate a higher effective gravity than is consistent with known Titan measurements. But he barely has time to think about this because warnings start to register in his internal monitoring systems, his mechanical servomotors starting to show signs of strain.
Click-click-click, he's sprinting, struggling to keep his footing on the glassy stone surface, Click-click...
