[ He's about to lift the bookshelf and put what average strength he has to use when she speaks and he pauses. There is a moment where Sunday presses his mouth into a thin line which is momentarily all the displeasure offered in response. It can't be his only response, however, in a situation quite so dire where they cannot afford to not be clear with each other. ]

I understand the sentiment. [ Because he does, even if it pains him a little not not offer assistance even in an entire hypothetical which has yet to come true. There's no avoiding the reality which makes this something unavoidable. It isn't a risk they can take. Recent events have made him painfully aware of the scale of his naivety, but even Sunday would like to believe he's not quite so gullible so as to invite further danger in. Maybe. Hopefully. ] There are other shelters that can be sought, and should they approach I will send them that way quickly and away from us without hesitation.

[ This moment will be his only reservation about it should that come to pass, because the powers granted by the Harmony will make it so. Whether whoever it is makes it to safety from there is their own responsibility when his is to keeping the both of them safe.

Sunday listens again, this time reaching out for the resonances belonging to the voices for something more exact no matter how faint it might be as they move the bookshelf. ]

They do not seem to be moving our direction currently, but I cannot tell where they've gone.

[ Not far enough for voices to not be audible now and again, but not close enough for him to find their thoughts to offer any clues about intentions. In the distance there's a sound suspiciously like a crunch and Sunday grimaces as he steps back into the shelter of the partial wall to stay hidden as best he can if the searchlight comes their way. ]