They'd sure seen the Sound Eaters before, though. Hadn't they. Or they wouldn't know that something was weird and different from the last time.

[Jan continues forward, moving more deliberately now into the wall of rain. she keeps hold of Rosa's hand, though not in such a deathly tight grip. her face is drawn and odd, not so much expressionless as calm and calculated. she's thinking back to that meeting, to what was said and what wasn't said; thinking of what the reasons for it might have been.

the anger is receding a little. what's left is... stubbornness. against what challenge it will be directed is yet to be determined.]

Wonder how many times they've come up here to watch them.