"That is like. Literally the cheesiest, movie-villain-est line ever." She scoffs, feeling the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end and her nerves on edge. She's not liking not being able to see him, too many ghosts crop up with that.

She tries to at least look busy with gathering things, helmet facing down like she's not scanning every fucking edge of her visor for any sign of him. She swears she could sense North next to her, waiting for any sign of the Meta, hearing that labored, growling breathing just past their cover.