The scream caught Joey off-guard, making him startle and freeze up. It took a beat for him to shake it off and look back to the writing, chewing on the inside of his lip.

His head shook slowly, doubtful; he had no idea, himself. Why would he? He was fairly normal-looking – more than average, comparing the present company.

But there was only one way to find out, right?

He did a quick glance over his shoulder, around Francaeur, before turning and gesturing him to follow. It'd be a bit of a trek, but getting to the transport room was the first step into finding out if what he wanted could be done.