[ The bats don't respond because they are, well... bats. But they are leading him to their mistress, something she's aware of is happening because she hears him... and smells him. Her eyes, shifted to red and cat-like look up at him, seeming a lot sharper than her collapsed form (face down on the ground in addition to her aged experience) would otherwise imply. The bats surround her, and she groans out something like, ]
At least -- let me give you the instruction. Golly.
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At least -- let me give you the instruction. Golly.