There was a low chuckle, low in his throat. That sort of light affectionate talk was something he was so deeply used to at his very core. Shittalking was just another way to communicate a rough sort of fondness as far as he was concerned- the difference between that and actual insults were clear.

That blue light of his flickered a touch brighter for it, the size of it's zone increasing just enough to help them in this dark. Water dripping down walls and from above a little more visible. The puddles on their path and where there'd been enough dirt to create mud thee as well- along with very strange tracks in that.

"Agreed. Try to bolt in the same direction or else we deal with separation on top o this crap- and if we do? All the more reason to make sure there's nothing left of whatever Noctaere is down here once any other mess is dealt with."

His ears were on a swivel, and those tracks in the mud were going exactly down the same path -the only path- they were on. The tracks was a mix of four fingers and three- clawed, like meant for digging. Couldn't identify beyond that, but it was of a decent size, like a large dog at its smallest. Could there be more?

Ears flicked back in some agitation as the laughter turned in to a fit of it, bouncing off the walls and even more grating. Made it sound as if dozens surrounded them from within the very rock walls.

"Either it's keeping track of us, or it's trying to disorient despite this being a single path."