[Thomas, half-leaning against the wall of a building, shakily removes his hands from his ears when Zorua interrupts the second Psywave Thomas has been accosted with today. The noiseless sound echoes in his brain for a few moments, and he slowly realizes that he's dropped his gun again. As he leans lethargically to pick it up, it sinks in that someone has just said his name. And wait a minute, that was a Zorua wasn't it...?]

What! [He steps back, looking slightly wild-eyed. He's missing his cap, as well, and he's quite disheveled. He's got a nosebleed, probably from the Psywaves.] N! Oh, you're here, I didn't think you were! But you've got a head wound! [Somewhat delirious, here. His head is pounding, both from the Psywaves and the gunshot, and really he isn't sure N is actually there at all. He's treating the sudden appearance of his friend very suspiciously. There could be illusions, after all, couldn't there! Everything's weird right now. He picks up his gun finally and opens the cylinder, checking the chambers, then snaps it back into place. Two bullets, still.] N, the world's gone mad. Oh, and those bloody birds are the worst of them, too. They get inside your head, N. [He turns towards the Sigilyph and Zorua, not yet taking aim but pulling back the hammer of the revolver with his thumb while it's still pointed at the ground.]