A rather loud chuckle comes from the old man at Mellie's reaction to the increased volume, as well as Brainy's instructions. "WELL, IF THERE'S ONE THING I WAS ALWAYS GOOD AT, IT WAS RAISING HELL," he comments in a deep, rumbling bass tone. A squeaking noise of distress is heard from within his hood a rather cross mole-like animal pokes its head out - quite annoyed in how it was disturbed.

Thankfully, Mellie's not voicing that thought, or the old man would be pretty inclined to argue it. (It's especially thankful right now with the vocal enhancement...)

"WE'D BEST GET MOVING," he says, taking his staff in two hands and running after Brainy - and he's rather spry about it.