Gershwin's eyes grew wide open. She did not recognize that voice yet it was loud and clear in the deafening silence. Added to the fact that the safe-house was isolated with only the three being there - and the only ones that so far knew about this place's existence - with hunters looking out for them, Gershwin grew cold and tensed up. The voice seemed ever-present and the sound bounced so perfectly around the room that they were not sure where it came from. 

But the voice knew them - at least by the names they were given by the heathens back in that evil organization. The very people they were running away from had found them, and were now speaking to them as if talking to them. The gut reaction should have been to stay quiet and not respond, but if they already had an assumption they were there, and that they were on to them, Gershwin could at least buy them some time as Cody gets Caits off the sofa and to another location, ready on the run.

"It's Gershwin May and Cody O'Niel. Who am I speaking to?" She gestured to Cody to start moving.