[Without the benefit of enhanced senses, the darkness is difficult to navigate, and Becektt is tense and ready for things to inevitably go wrong. On catching a glimpse of something distinctly not humanoid enter, he rises from his crouch at the back of the room, wrench close to hand. But hearing speech is a relief, or the start of it at least.]
I am if you are. [That seems the simplest way to put it.] Although if one of us was a monster, I suppose the other would already be dead.
Four!
I am if you are. [That seems the simplest way to put it.] Although if one of us was a monster, I suppose the other would already be dead.