"Mm," a confirming yes. There were a lot of the runts, because there were a lot more unintentional infections. Her infection management had changed. Seven years of stasis hadn't deteriorated her ability to work basic tools into manipulating DNA, and hadn't eroded her expertise on her own pathogen.
It had changed. Small murmurations like that echo in larger ones and larger changes. She'd changed too. On a microcosmic level, the alignments of everything with her body had shifted just enough to provide her with headaches.
There were periods of time where she was simply too infectious to exist in a social setting. It was a new symptom. When these cycles happened, the flora and fauna around her became infected. Thus... an army of little and massive creatures sprang up around her whether she wanted the company or did not.
She willed the little calamity in Hector's sooty hand to crook itself off the momentum of a leg and use Hector's hand as leverage to flip.
She snatched it back after a few minutes of study, slowly walking it over to the many ecosystem'd vivarium of other mysterious byproducts she'd been building. She slid the lid latch off, slowly letting the thing squirm off her hand into soft earth.
"I don't exactly have the space to be making much bigger beasts than you."