Frankly, if you make the kid from a Stephen King novel look at you with actual horror in his eyes, you probably win the horror competition right there. Richie looks at Varian with a level of concern he usually reserves for reports of sewer monsters, which says a lot about how he's finding Varian's talk about the red rocks.

Okay, so indoors is not a great plan. He hums, trying to think. "Can they make it up stairs?" he asks. "You're the expert here, Varian, not me. I'm just the guy telling people I fucked their moms while onstage. If you think it can actually, materially help, that'd be great, but I just wanna get your mind off 'em. Maybe if you don't think about them so much, they won't show up."