[Ben is en route from the art room to his cabin, a new canvas under one arm and three tubes of oil paint in one hand, when he thinks he hears something. His senses, he knows, are sharper than humans, and his ability to blur means his eyes often follow movement that most humans can't either, so despite his careless demeanor, he's grown accustomed to paying attention to his surroundings - mostly out of curiosity.
Now he pauses, glancing around openly with his eyebrows pulling together in confusion, because he can't see anything; but he can hear someone's there, and smell unfamiliar shampoo, and he stops and goes very still to listen for breathing or he can even sometimes hear a pulse. Frowning, concerned, he straightens up slightly and keeps casting around blindly.]
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Now he pauses, glancing around openly with his eyebrows pulling together in confusion, because he can't see anything; but he can hear someone's there, and smell unfamiliar shampoo, and he stops and goes very still to listen for breathing or he can even sometimes hear a pulse. Frowning, concerned, he straightens up slightly and keeps casting around blindly.]
Hello? Is someone there?