"Bit surprised he wasn't with you," Archeval noted with pursed lips, gritting his teeth a little as he gestured to lift a rickety wardrobe nearby from its corner spot to plop in front of the window, then went for some chairs. His command of the Force was stronger by far than what he could lift with mere muscles, but this sort of thing wasn't nearly as effortless as it had once been, especially if he didn't want to drain himself early with a pitched battle clearly ahead of them -- what he wouldn't have given right then for just one ghost minion to join its power to his own. He knew he'd done the right thing helping them all move on, but at times like this it was easy to regret--

"Let me just-- Here, if you've got this I'll try to raise him--"

Once they'd made a good start on some kind of barricade he left the rest to Fox as he stuck a hand into his robe for his comlink, fumbling through the menu with tense fingers as he listened to the increasingly worrying noises echoing through the house. He could feel the cacophony around him as everyone began to wake -- the undead remained the same unsettling blank as ever, but there were dozens of minds now scrambling around the farmhouse and premises, blasting their alarm and fear and anger loud and clear.

"Mingyu, pick up your damn comm," he demanded into the comlink the second the transmission went through. "If you're awake give me your position and status. I've got Fox."