It sure would be nice if Lup didn't feel like she was talking to herself, yeah. She's not really in the habit of doing that, there's always been somebody around to bounce off of. She's always fought to be acknowledged, to put herself in the center of everyone's attention. The only time that wasn't enough, the only time there was nobody who could hear her, was in the umbrella. So. She's not loving it.

But she isn't talking to herself. She hears the Drifter make some sort of raspy huffing sound and both her ears twitch, belying the absolute tension that she's purposefully keeping out of her voice.

"You good?" They can't fucking answer, dummy. "Just, just tap twice with the umbrella if you need me to slow down or something." God this fucking sucks. But not as much as their week has, by the looks of it.

"I'm glad I found you. This place stinks! I can’t-- most of the people down here, they’ve been here too long, I can’t even get them to wake up. It’s-- I’m glad I wasn’t too late, for you.”