[color=pink]"... ...!"[/color]

Coy held his chin for a second before springing to life and reaching behind him only to reveal a small plastic kazoo. Pointing at it, he held up the number 1 using his hands and made a beckoning motion directed to his teammates. Still pointing at it, Nobody held up two fingers and gave a thumbs up, and finally the man held up three fingers before making a throat slash motion followed by a finger gun discharging into his skull. In short, Nobody attempted to get across that one kazoo noise meant come to his location to aide him, two kazoo noises signifies he's doing fine, and three means he's fucked. Taking out his machete from his bag, he cut the tiniest hole possible in the ski mask for kazoo space then resheathed it. 

He put the earpiece in under his ski mask, attached the mic to his sunglasses, then placed the kazoo in his mouth. Humming into the kazoo, a mixture of a little bit of spit 'n' noise oozed out as Coy placed his hands on his hips and thrust his chest out, clearly proud of the idea. 

Nobody nodded in agreement in reply to Miles stating it'd be difficult to detect anyone with ill intent before grabbing onto his heart and feigning injury from Miles' words. Nobody was actually happy about his own thinking being right in this scenario.