Klaus can barely get his thoughts in order to answer in anything like a timeline manner, so he just nods dumbly as Five says he'll get them out of here-- it's all he wants right now, anyway. Away from the graves. The dead. Something in his chest twist sharply, and his stomach lurches.

But maybe that was the result of Five moving them, and not his own panic and fear trying to make him retch. He's not sure he'll ever get used to the feeling of it. He steadies his feet under him and blinks to clear his vision only to realize this isn't their Mathias-based home. He knows Five can't always control his powers as well here, so he doesn't comment on it.

Fatigue is catching up to him fast and he pushes a hand through his hair, sighing as his hand comes to rest on the back of his neck. He wanders through the corner store aisle and grabs the first thing he sees-- a gas station sized bag of chips that he opens. He shoves a chip in his mouth and pretends that's all he wants while he tries to sort out where to even start explaining everything to Five.