❝ M’sorry, what? ❞
He’s taken aback, though unsure of if it’s his own fault or what was just said. He stands watch at the gate, eyes outside, and despite the intensity of his stare, he’s looking at nothing. And it’s the voice that breaks through the silence, forcing Rick’s eyes to meet the person in question. But, it doesn’t help that he’s looking at them like they had just grown a second head ( knowing they very well could’ve said the most rational thing just now ). But, hell if he’d heard it.