[Why are there voices coming from places he can't see. Why is this happening. He's looking up, eyes narrowed in the dark but it doesn't seem to be an immediate threat. The fact that Chat's suit is black doesn't help either and Hiro doesn't think to really look up for the other boy.]

There's that, too. [There's a small, uneasy smile. He doesn't seem to have any qualms of sharing his thoughts though.] A little while ago, a bunch of us were up in the mountains and we found a shack. It had this operating table in it that was covered in dry blood, claw marks, and tufts of fur. It sort of reminds me of that.