If the voice wasn't a confirmation, the glimpse of his masked face was. Lotte sucked in her breath, eyes widening. It wasn't that she hadn't thought it was him (and him meaning the voice's owner and a vague connection to the shadows) - but with a body to accompany the voice it was different. Her eyes remained ln his back, as she remained visibly still. It was her heart that pounded, betraying her nervousness more than fidgeting fingers did.
She took a moment before answering. The question was almost redundant - of course she was afraid. It was him after all. Saying so crossed her mind as improper and her lips pressed together in internal debate. Finally she said carefully, "This isn't a good place."
She glanced to the hanging bodies and shivered. Rope was connected to him but...she took a step forward and then another. Close enough to see that he was alive and breathing and almost close enough to reach out. She bit her lip and took another.
"Can't you tell?" The question was as hesitant as the hand that went to his shoulder. She expected coldness, little better than the dead nearby.