That growl taps something primal in Eiffel's brain and he jolts backwards, stumbling directly into the deck chair so hard that it scoots back a few inches as he lands flat on his ass on it, his tablet skidding out of his hand and off the edge of the chair.

"J-just the receiver! It can't actually transmit, w-with the way we keep jumping around I didn't think anything could trace it either-!"