Before her, blue hands in fists and with a resolute stance, is one of the strange newcomers with - is that a gramophone horn on their head? Sure is, bedecked with a scribble for a face. What Zivia has stumbled upon is an attempt to do something, anything for the noise, as the creature charges forth with might...

And bonks off the thorns with a solid thunk of a sound, being pushed back almost cartoonishly. Okay. First try didn't work. Let him keep going at this, even if it's not going to work. It just might weaken some.