Feign hears an electronic radio chirp faintly echo through the hard concrete walls of the underground labrynth.  He stops to listen, weather or not the owner of the radio was an ally was doubtful.  Chances are they would be much closer to some kind of exit than he was at the moment, perahps they might even have a map.<br/><br/>He flicks a spider off of his arm nonchalantly and hears muffled speech again.  This time, he is listening hard enough to pinpoint a direction.  He heads back down the corridor the opposite direction he was headed before, trying to follow the sound of voices.<br/><br/>As he travels farther, he hears another voice, this time a familiar one.  Though he cannot hear what Baz is saying, he can practically follow the faint sound like a trail of string.  He mutters as he walks purpousfully down the corridors.  "Keep talkin', rat, keeeeeep talkin'."  He shuts his mouth as soon as he realizes he was speaking out loud.  If he could hear the rat from here, it's a sure sign that him and his group might hear him talking, even softly.