Gage kept his mouth shut, not offering any response back at first. He didn't think it was the same for him; he wasn't like anyone. Anyway, even a single animal couldn't continue to hunt big game here for long. The supply just wasn't that plentiful. Better to just stick to a rice and beans diet. "Whatever," he muttered after almost a minute, then paused at the thought of music. He could say that he played many instruments. He could ask what Asha played and if this was the orchestra that his mother once took him to listen to, where he picked out the violin and bass and harpsichord notes like they were individual living animals. But Gage didn't say any of those things. He just turned away toward the tree tops. "I should go back."