[ it's fine, probably. old habits die hard for even retired grandpas...

at least he's not jumpyy, so he doesn't swing on saber when he hears their voice - just shakes his head and slows in his search. ]

A group of us was here, last night. Yet, for as trapped as we were, whatever might have happened to her didn't rouse us. I thought to try and find signs of something, but... nothing.