Jericho had already begun to move, lifting the guitar off his lap with his eyes hardly leaving the sky, growing more concerned. He nodded at the command, getting up to his knees, barely to his feet when the first bomb fell and caused the ground to rumble. He wobbled, gasping voicelessly as he planted his hands on the ground for security.

His head shot up quickly, though, staring at Raven with a very plainly readable face.

This is trouble, isn't it? His brow knit, mouth pursing with resolve. We gotta get there fast, don't we?