Stark coked his head to the side as he heard some skittering and clinking in the air. Not good. If his memory served him well it could possibly be mirelurks, but he had never encountered them himself. Then he saw what looked to be a large pile of eggs ahead, one moving and appeared to be about to hatch. That's when he noticed that one of the piles of rubble wasn't in the same spot it had been before... [Per 6]

"Uhm.. Guys.." He whispered, trying to stay quiet. "I don't think were alone... those eggs up ahead are hatching i think... and the rubble might be moving.. or my minds playing tricks on me..."

Out of habit he reached up and gave the bolt in his head a quarter turn, an odd scrapping sound barely being able to be heard by anyone next to him. It was his way of fiddling nervously when he thought trouble was near.