Penny noticed the weapon fairly quickly, but she had to restrain herself from leaping out of her skin at the roar in the distance. As she never quite understood the appeal of zoos or television documentaries, her knowledge of the the many noises that an animal could make was less than comprehensive. But even she could tell that there was something incredibly wrong with it. Repressing a cry of fear, she settled on internalised terror and quickly gathered the weapon and hung it over her shoulder, turning around to the opposite direction of the cry of whatever beast was nearby.

"Move," she said forcefully to the man, making it clear that he wouldn't have time for his own search. She didn't realise that he had already managed to find his weapon. Holding the recording to her ear, she listened carefully to what the person said. It made vague, useless allusions to the card she had been given, warned her against trusting anyone, recommend that she find a map, and that she should find a 'castle among the sands'. All in all, it raised more questions than it answered.

"W-what the hell [i]was[/i] that?" a voice from the man nervously called out.

"Questions later. Quickly, n--" the hairs on the back of her neck stood straight up as another roar echoed out, this time much closer. She didn't want to find out what it is. No words had to be said. She bolted forward the very second the roar rang out, and hoped that the psychotic that she had unfortunately found herself partnered with understood the concept of 'fight or flight'. Considering the dull thud footsteps of footsteps uneven with her own crunched from behind her, it seemed he did.