The house, most of it anyway, is glass. The motion on the front walk catches his attention. He knows who it is immediately and stands slowly to go to the door. The screaming hasn't abated, but at least it hasn't gotten any louder. Tommy figures they've hit the upper range of Ziggy's voice at this point. It felt like his ears were going to bleed and he wondered if the human could feel the weight on the place.

He's impassive though when he opens the door despite all the wailing. "Hello, Minoru." He says it as if nothing is happening because he is honestly trying to blot it out himself. This is all too close to home.

He does fish in his jacket pocket for a moment before holding out a pair of brightly colored, foam earplugs. Any human stepping in here, especially one unused to Anthean voices was going to need them.