"Pulled in?" Goliath repeated, one brow ridge raised. What an odd turn of phrase. Any further thought on the matter, however, was temporarily halted as his hand touched something that was decidedly not stone. In fact, he was certain it was flesh. He stopped in his tracks, pulling back his hand as if it'd been scalded. "Lara Croft," he rumbled, glowering into the darkness, "is that you?"