Instead of a reprimand, Albert's hand flies to Haruto's mouth, not clamped over it but a clear sign to be quiet. Even so, they could have been heard with the urgent volume he'd used, but Albert has to hope, especially given that there's something more here than simple soft-heartedness. No one, not even the most pacifistic, sound like that over someone they don't know personally.

Who could still be trying to kill them, so it's not as if Albert's other hand strays from his rifle. He listens, barely breathing, hoping they just pass by and then Haruto can explain once they're out of danger.