Ivan grew somewhat upset when nobody answered him. He tossed and turned around in the blankets, feeling nauseous and tired. His face was still smeared with vomit and the blood he coughed up, but he didn't have the strength to wipe it away. Despite feeling dehydrated, he had actually been drinking quite a lot of water over the course of the caravan trip... but he knew he was going to have to hold it unless he planned on going out in the rain. He writhed around in discomfort, unable to see past a few feet. It seemed like nobody was in the house, as nobody said a word, but he could hear movement. Hoping it wasn't rats, he curled back up and tried to rest up so his vision would clear.