His skin prickles up horribly when they speak, goose pimples washing down his arms. He starts to fold slightly as if to retreat from the screech of it, but then he forces himself to straighten. He has to stand firm so that they understand that he's not going to let them go after that kid.

He shakes his head slightly, clearing his thoughts, trying to figure out what they actually said. They're actually speaking a language he knows now. That feels like a step up from last time he saw them like this.

"I... I don't know. Sxicq wants me here to see this. You. What are you doing?"