Maybe he had overreacted a little but he truly hated the swamp. Montrell tried his best to clear his thoughts while he began to clear off the table… but then something stopped him. That humming. There was just… something about that humming. Montrell was sure he had heard that tune somewhere before. He looked at Rose, who seemed to be really into it, maybe even fading out into some other world in her mind. It should have been a pleasant sound, but to him it was not pleasant at all. A sickening feeling fell to his stomach and he felt his hair stand up a little. Trying to ignore the chill that had moved down his spine as well, he attempted to just ignore the humming but wasn’t doing so well with that. But that was simply impossible. His sensitive ears picked up every sound, even though Rose was humming quite softly.<br/><br/>“Stop…” The rat snarled, digging his claws into the table. “That humming is awful. So just stop!” With a fierce look in his eyes, he fought the urge to throw the plates off of the table, telling himself to remain calm, taking steady breaths. Once again displaying very human-like traits. Montrell, feeling himself starting to slip despite his efforts not to lose his temper, he left the area and went over to his sleeping quarters. He buried his head under his pillow to try to block out the noise, closing his eyes. He imagined himself somewhere he didn’t have to listen to her humming. Why did it made him so upset? Well, he wasn’t even sure himself. All he knew was that if she didn’t stop then he was probably going to have to make her stop. As much as he didn’t want to resort to violence that was the best he could come up with. Call it animal instincts.