"Seems so." Silco slides down the rock himself, trying to keep his panting to a minimum, unnoticable. He leans over the knee of his one drawn up leg, a little hair flopped to brush over the top of his good eye, brows drawn in as his brain reels trying to make logical sense of what he just saw. His heart is thick in his throat, blood still pounding from the minor summoning.

Speaking of, his new companion has deflated somewhat, floating up and flicking out tentacles to stabilize itself on the wall, keeping itself still as well — and keeping watch. Silco looks up at it, as bewildering as the rest of this and yet somehow ... comforting in a way he would never admit, the way it felt to have Sevika and his goons at his back.

"What was that," he asks, soft but firm, though he isn't certain the other man will even know the answer.