Thanks.

[Rinka's glad she doesn't have to tell him to breath quietly, as he seems to have caught on to what she's trying to do.

Standing as still as possible, Rinka listens to the sounds in the auditorium and feels the air currents on her skin.

Something rustles up above them... and then Rinka feels it, little puffs of air on her face, going down. Short puffs, too short to be from an air vent.]

There's something in the rafters. Something with wings.

[She can't quite see it yet. But there are little flashes in her mind as her brain tries to put the picture together.]