Well that makes her uncomfortably aware of the weight of the tape recorder in her jacket's shoddily-made pocket, and she hugs the weight of it to her chest. It's cold and angular against her ribs, and she's acutely aware of its contents all of a sudden.

"Right."

Her pace stays even, she's not reacting to the item otherwise - but behind the lot of them, two pairs of glowing eyes appear, leaving slight pawprints in the dirt as they pace evenly after the group.