[Fortunately, he's paid to be observant, so the trembling in his drink doesn't go unnoticed for long.] Do you see that, Zach? This is familiar. [York stands up from the outdoor picnic table near the stand, and begins looking around.]
[It's almost too late, when he finally realizes the source of the rumbling is coming straight for him. With little time to do anything else, he abandons his half-eaten lunch and tries to get the hell out of the way.]