Shion nods, short and firm, though some amusement creeps into his expression, his shoulders relaxing slightly. It is comforting, really, not to be alone in this place. More than that, reporting to her has him feeling oddly nostalgic, like he's bringing intel back to Heli.

"Let's see," he says, "where to start? Uh, I saw a pack of creepy little things that sort of looked like kids if they were made of burning embers, and others that aren't on fire but they have knives. There were a couple — I think it was different ones I saw, not the same guy twice, but it's sort of hard to tell, because they don't have faces. Or arms. But they shoot something weird and dark from their chests, some kind of liquid maybe? There were some I only saw from a distance, so I'm not sure if they were something different or not."