[ he's already moving now, hoisting lids with one hand and slapping them down on top of 'his' tomb. it's the best plan they have, and he can't stay in here forever. there's probably paper somewhere but the thought leaves his mind immediately when anderson's thought process stalls. ]

Anderson?

[ it's natural for him to want to help someone that calls on him, but something is wrong. he can hear the voice, and it's a little suspicious, considering the circumstances. he quickly finishes with the lids and heads outside, looking up and down the street, at the chaos, and looks to the device. ]

Anderson, take two seconds and tell me where you are so I can meet you there. I'll never find you in this mess otherwise.

[ he sounds vaguely agitated, now. ]

Or just turn on your GPS and send me the ping, if you're going to be busy. I'll follow that.