As Andrew attempted to balance himself in order to communicate with his savior in the most respectable manner he could conjure up at a time like these, he continued with his withering and twisting, often gripping his head every few seconds. "T-There's someone o-out there, kid," he said, and pointed at the closed shutters at the front of the room. "I sense it, you k-know? We have t-to get wh-whatever's out t-t-there before it gets to us, alright?" He feigned a smile, or at least the best one he could manage, and grabbed the young man's shoulders in order to avoid having to endure another nasty fall.

"Sorry a-about this..."