It's the sound of the Kedan talking that prompts Mike to come to a sliding stop at the edge of one roof. The sword is still missing, and because of that he's still itching for as much intel as he can get his three-fingered hands on.

Mike crouches low, still like a gargoyle, neck craning...all in an effort to hear what they're saying.

If only that slow trickle of water would still.
...
Wait...that's not water it sounds almost like...metal?