The call startled him, sparks coalescing instinctually around his fingers as he turned, Justice eager as ever to turn some of his simmering disquiet into Action. The speaker looked harmless enough (odd garb notwithstanding), but you didn't pass through the Harrowing unscathed by trusting in appearances, and Maker knew he'd relied on people underestimating a small frame and approachable demeanor often enough when on the run himself.
"... just got here." His tone was cautious, an odd low rumble creeping in at the edges as if two voices were speaking at once. "Which... where is here, exactly?"