Frood hadn't even noticed Theodore. This woman was yelling at him and he very nearly clamped his hands over is ears. The only reason he didn't was that he could hear the fear in her voice. Good. She should be afraid. They should all be afraid. Everyone.
Yet when that calm almost quiet voice cut in, Frood broke off suddenly, whipping around to find its source. "Who are you," he asked, and his tone was exactly the same as it had been when he first addressed Samara. He didn't, however, respond to her frantic question.