Redhawk Caldera And a voice, with the fear of a child, answers.

Having someone else present would alleviate some of Reyes' misgivings, but he did not want more company. He wanted to sleep - he was dizzy and disoriented from his concussion, and his body was beginning to ache. He tucked himself together before he answered; legs folding neatly beneath himself, becoming a loaf of red and brown-black.

After a moment to think and glower at the stone floor, he huffed, and said, Yes. Evidently Reyes could communicate despite the word salad that flowed from his lips, limited to yes and no statements only.