Matt, of course, can't see the scorch marks or the symbols that adorn some of the buildings they're passing, but he easily picks up the disturbed murmuring from a good number of heartbeats in their group, and he tightens his grasp on his batons. It's times like these that sight would come in handy, he has to admit.

But then there are times when it's better not to have it, as the order comes through to douse the lights, which affects him not at all. He casts his hearing ahead, listening intently for any signs of hostiles lurking in wait, or the echoes of traps laid in their path.