On the other hand, Allen's been through seven whole months of creepiness, and since these sounds are proving to be just sounds thus far, nothing he has to worry about protecting people from, he just finds them really bloody annoying. Eerie music? Can't even compare to the abject horror he feels at the sound of Cross popping yet another bottle he can't pay for. Wolves? Better than no game at all, really. Disembodied voices? Been there, done that. In his own head.

Suffice to say Allen's a little desensitised, and unlike Lenalee, he's actually keeping an ear out for her voice. The final note of her call has yet to fade away before an answer is already ricocheting back at her, familiar, strong, and so very relieved.

"―Lenalee, it's me!" And if it also sounds kind of raspy, hopefully that isn't half as important as the fact that it's close. A pause before he shouts again, quite aware that it's a ridiculous question in context, "Where are you?"