"How would they even-?" Nope, not asking. And since Jack does not feel like adding 'Face Bitten Off By A Hamster' to his list of deaths, leave the Hamsters alone.

Jack leads the way as they leave the city. There is a dusting of snow covering the open field, Jack and Chiaki's footprints disturb the blank white surface. "At least whatever we're after is gonna be easy to track?" Jack tries to look on the bright side, but he'd be lying if he tried to say he wasn't keeping an eye out for itty bitty paw prints.