-- ah, sorry. [It's mumbled automatically as Koby skitters to one side, jumpy as a frightened forest creature, gnawing furiously at a ragged fingernail as he looks up at the sky again. He's not full-on freaking out, but it's close, evident in his tense body language, the way he doesn't quite focus on Abigail right away.

But he finally swallows hard, forces his arms to cross over his chest so he stops biting his nails. He's not alone, at least, not anymore, for better or worse.] It doesn't, no. I don't think we're -- supposed to get out. I keep hearing --

Do you hear it too? [Stopping himself before explaining, because it sounds insane, because it is insane. If she's hearing the low, distant bellowing sound, like an angry bull, she'll know what he means.]