Edie's start is fast, her expression covered qucikly, but the little break is there. A bird wing in the dark, and then she is grinning, and shrugging.

"Those little dicks-" But her sentence trails off as a high pitched, reedy scream can be heard from...far away. Space and time were all fucked up here, and the sound seemed to come from the distance in all direction. A disquieted stir hit those around them.

Screams of horror weren't common this high up the ladder.