[With the constant sound of scratching and tumbling on the roof, Lutha already found himself struggling with his limited hearing, focusing on what was loudest and letting other things appropriately fade. As such, he doesn't seem to notice her at first, even after she pipes up at what should be a decent volume.
It's only when he stops staring at an unfocused part of the floor and catches the bright yellow of her coat in his peripheral that he draws himself up with a tight inhale, right hand clenching against his makeshift weapon as he glares at her overtop his scarf.]
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It's only when he stops staring at an unfocused part of the floor and catches the bright yellow of her coat in his peripheral that he draws himself up with a tight inhale, right hand clenching against his makeshift weapon as he glares at her overtop his scarf.]
What the hell are you doing in here?