Even the general direction he points in is one she's not about to go investigating in. No thanks. Not with anything called a flayer. Hard pass.

A tone of uncertainty when she speaks, because frankly this whole situation has her more anxious, yes, but also because the screeching in the distance is not a great background noise to hear. “We should take it inside, probably.” She also finally glances upwards at the screech. “I don't want to be out here when that thing sees us, and that's probably the last thing you need too right now.” Which is a bit 'yeah no shit sherlock', but sometimes reminders help when you're having A Time with panic.