Theo grabbed up a handful of leaves and then dropped them, seemingly a little distressed by what Niki had said in some distracted way, repeating 'chaos' quietly.
He wiped his hand on his trouser leg and held his knees close, resting his chin on the bony surface and looking distant. "Do I think we are what?" he asked, the pause between the first word and the scond apparently long enough for him to lose his way. He looked about again, shifting nervously. "When will he come?"