To his credit, Klaus didn't shriek in turn, but he did make a startled, half-choked noise, stuffing the last bite of his toast into his mouth so that he could bring an arm up to keep Five from falling off the side of the bed.

What he said, once he'd actually managed to chew some of that bite of toast was: "Shorter range, maybe you're getting better." Or maybe it had been a fluke, but he was trying to be optimistic about it.