His entire body language reeked of yearning, of a desire to be closer to this other person. Nothing intimate or carnal, just -- horribly lonely. Soysauce listened attentively to every word that Cibo spoke, standing tensely on the balls of his feet. Silent for a moment before giving a small nod in agreement. (Truth be told, he would have agreed with whatever Cibo said at the moment, desperate for any excuse to stay.)

"I think -- I think I know what you're talking about. The voice. I think -- I've heard something similar."

A nervous glance around the hallways before he looked back up at Cibo. "I'm glad someone else has also noticed them."