"The place." To Kit, a short dragging gesture in direction of the fallen crockery. His palm pauses to press against the stubble of his throat — catching itself from investigating the scales. "The impression upon it."

"I didn't speak with them either," Theys blend, but children and spirit alike have evaded that much. The former seems an oversight now, but he doubts it would have gotten very far. "The visitors left afraid. We saw, and we came,"

More of us. It doesn't mean that whatever's here wants fear; it does mean it probably isn't friendly.

(Are there friendly ways to pitch pots at skulls?)

"What are those measuring?"