Drabble: All That Glitters

McAllister watched as Crane approached the anomaly. Crane always got to the anomaly first even when he ordered her to hang back. It was like moths and candle flames.

"What have we got?" he asked.

Crane stuck her head through. He hated it when she did that. "Drizzle. Swamp. Funny smell."

Wells shot him a look but kept his mouth shut. He knew what was coming next.

"Can we go through and check it out?" asked Crane.

Drizzle. Swamp. Funny smell.

"How many times to I have to tell you."

"All that glitters..." she gazed wistfully at the sparkling anomaly.