Neal hesitates. He almost just says I'm fine. But he's already told Malcolm the truth.

He shakes his head, drifting over to one of the couches to sit down. He wraps both hands around his coffee mug. "There's not much to talk about. It was... loud. The building kept shaking. Felt like it was going to come down around us, sometimes. We all heard voices, but none of us could understand them, and none of us heard the same voices." He takes a deep, soft breath, slowly tensing up again even as he tries to stay calm. "The wind was the worst part. It screamed. Felt like it was clawing into our heads. It hurt, mentally and physically."