[Henry feels a shock of adrenaline shooting through him, and it pairs well with his general sense of buzzing anxiety, but fear doesn't quite stick its claws into him, either. That emotion is starting to grow distant these days, and maybe that really does mean something's wrong with him, but he's thankfully for that "courage" in times like these.
He finds himself caught between two equally worrisome sights: the shuffling shadowed figure beyond the dresser and the door, and Ninety-Nine's... arm.]
What... [Don't stare, Creel. Focus on the actual potential danger at hand.] ...What is that thing?
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He finds himself caught between two equally worrisome sights: the shuffling shadowed figure beyond the dresser and the door, and Ninety-Nine's... arm.]
What... [Don't stare, Creel. Focus on the actual potential danger at hand.] ...What is that thing?
[The thud thud THUDDING continues.]