That makes Monoco stop abruptly, and even without a face he's clearly staring at Gustave.

"...oh."

He's heard the name far too much not to recognise the ghost that's been haunting his friends so closely.

He lurches towards Gustave and picks him up, throwing him over one shoulder - it's actually not as easy as he'd expected, despite their size difference - and setting off at a slightly staggering sprint for the smoke.