OOC:
Then how the heck does he see
IC:
Geosh was, admittedly, a little too close for comfort to the large monstrosity of twisted metal shards, razorblades, and loose screws as it towered over him. The two bright lights which shone on him were the eyes of whatever this was, and the reflections off the moist sewer walls faintly revealed the existence of a horrible, twisted metal mouth just below.
“Guess that’s a yes.” The monster grumbled, using the same raspy voice Geosh had heard earlier. “Now what are you doing down here? You some kind of mask?”