As the behemoth rose to his feet, towering over the rest of them, Darren grunted, fixing him with a sideways look. The mutant sounded guilty, but at least it hadn't killed anyone. A miracle, that, given its size and how close it had been to a great number of people. And personally, Darren wasn't about to complain about anything that got him out of the Underbelly sooner rather than later.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"As far as I know, the plan was to get out of there anyway. Everything happens for a reason." <br/></span><br/>He was relieved to see that the giant was alright; it was hard to believe anything that size could be killed by the likes of him anyway, but he'd been growing nervous as time went by without any movements from the other mutant.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Uh... sorry about the ear thing, by the way,"</span>he rasped, unsure of how he was even supposed to phrase what had happened.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Seemed like the best course of action, at the time. Glad you're... you know. Still with us." </span><br/><br/>He felt his attention drawn by the woman who'd spoken of something outside; she was different from the others as well, although Darren was unable to identify whatever it was that made her so. At the very least she seemed to have extremely sharp hearing, though compared to his old ears the same could probably be said for most people. When Rock Hammer volunteered to check it out, Darren rose from the floor and hefted his crossbow.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"You don't need any more muscle, big guy, but perhaps a second set of eyes may help." <br/></span><br/>Being that he was already right next to the entry, he peered outside, attempting to discern anything that didn't seem natural. If something was approaching them, it would have to become visible soon enough.