For the most part, things seem to be going smoothly. There's a few eyes peeping at them from behind curtains and blinds in the houses, but it's nothing more dangerous than wary or ailing civilians who haven't tried to break their barricades yet. His gaze roams everywhere: to Zelda, to the path ahead, the path behind, the path beside, the ground below, the air and rooftops above them, and to Zelda again. Nothing can be discounted. His weapon is holstered on his back only so that his hands are free to sign.

Just before they turn a corner, there's a noise. Link's hand shoots out in front of Zelda.