R struggled to bring up names: people he knew, friends (if he had any). A few syllables and vowels floated up, R's face slowly scrunching into concentration.

"Aun...mee?" R didn't even sound sure, but he had to give Orc something. "Julie. Good people. They'll...help."

If Julie was still around and she didn't bolt at the sight of Orc. No offense, but look at him - even R felt slightly uneasy around a big rock...thing and he was Dead.