Alain falls silent for another long moment. "The Signless..." he begins, at last. "When I talked to him at the sermon, he said..."

Whatever he was going to say, however it relates to the matter in hand, it trails off back into silence. This silence is shorter, though, tense and charged. It only lasts a moment, then Alain's head snaps up, and he's fumbling for his crutch. "Do you hear that?" Not sure himself whether he heard or felt that low growl, only sure that the hairs on the back of his neck are prickling, and they don't have much time.

He's still struggling to his feet when he hears it again - and, yes, definitely hears it now. Low and vicious and too close. "Fuck..."