"Yeah." Not that being there is perfect. There are other people in the apartment building; presences he's aware of through the walls, who are subject to the same thing that everyone has been. It's just not as overwhelming as a crowd. Flying isn't completely out--there probably isn't anywhere here that's farther from people that up in the air--but staying in seems the better option for the moment. For one, he'd rather have Eiji conscious.

The sound of flapping wings catches his attention and he looks over to where Gavina has moved to the counter to pick at the meat he left there. At least she finally stopped being stubborn about that.