To communicate normally with the others, Shang-Chi had no choice but to bring a handful of sand to their second base.
In truth, they did not need a base at all. Given the current density of monsters, there was no difference between sleeping inside a building and out on the street. Those terrifying attacks would not weaken just because there were walls in the way.
But perhaps it was humanity's instinctive need for shelter from the wind and rain. In the end, they found the upper floor of a relatively clean café and used it as their base for the third night.
Without a doubt, this was progress. Everyone had mentally prepared themselves for whatever might happen tonight. They even had the leisure to prepare things that would make communication easier.
Scarlet Witch's vision problem was nearly impossible to solve. There was clearly not enough time for her to evolve sufficiently sharp hearing or touch, but fortunately, Jarvis was there to help her. He tirelessly repeated everything happening around her, though to avoid disturbing the others, he could only lean close and whisper in her ear.
Though Riley could not hear, he could read lips. English pronunciation formed clearer mouth shapes, making it easier to understand, so even without professional training, he could barely make it out.
Shang-Chi used writing in the sand to restore his ability to communicate. It worked well. For someone skilled at writing Chinese characters, quickly writing English letters that could flow from one stroke into the next was as effortless as eating and drinking.
Before the sky had completely darkened, they launched into an intense discussion. Shang-Chi still insisted on his opinion, rapidly writing in the patch of sand:
"Disasters happen at night. There must be some special meaning behind that. But nothing particularly unusual