Sharon has more than a passing familiarity with telepathy, though often times she gets a bit of a warning before she hears someone in her head. His voice makes her physically jump, as much as one can when in a tight space, and she cranes her neck to shoot him the briefest of glares.

"Noted," she whispers a little icily before she continues her crawl forward. The movement is a lot louder than she'd like, or perhaps it just seems that way, and she slows down a little to help soften the sound.

It's not long before she reaches a grate and what she sees makes her stomach churn but she manages to resist gasping out loud. Mayerling can no doubt hear what's being said better than Sharon herself but she still scooches down the long duct so he can get a look at the people below them.