[She starts, and if it feels precarious to her, it's doubly so for L, who has no control over their current situation and direction. He clings more tightly... but his wings start vibrating again as an awful sound echoes across the junkyard.

That figured. The louder it got, the more his ears hurt, and the more he wanted to scream the way he actually had as a child when a sound became too overwhelming.]

Heather...?