As Edgar threw out an arm, Yuna aimed her light down—a half-remembered tactic to mask their presence while they discussed tactics for ambushing an enemy. Or if they were going to flee. "Is that...the sound of weapons?" she murmured. Hopefully not, but there was something there, and—

At Edgar's question, Yuna cautiously raised the light again. And then had to jerk it away a moment later, even though the light hadn't been enough to illuminate it that much and Yuna had only gotten a glimpse. Nothing good, she thought of saying, but that just seemed...very obvious. "It's—It's...I don't know. What—what do we do?" she ended up whispering.