Mostly. [He follows her gaze, frowning at the movement he sees at the edge of visibility. He leans over the wall and squints at it, getting slightly better focus.]
...People. There are people out there. Just moving around. [He leans back, gripping the edge of the wall with both hands.] Something's... It's not right.
[More than everything else that isn't right. The disinterested wandering makes his skin creep.] They might need help.
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...People. There are people out there. Just moving around. [He leans back, gripping the edge of the wall with both hands.] Something's... It's not right.
[More than everything else that isn't right. The disinterested wandering makes his skin creep.] They might need help.