Those ears of his are pretty communicative, aren't they? It's almost kind of cute, although she'd never say anything like that aloud, and definitely not right to someone's face. She finds herself a little jealous of the advantage his claws offer him as they venture forward, especially when the tunnel starts to narrow on them— but at least if she falls now, there aren't a whole lot of places to go. Silver fucking linings.

"Definitely not a fan, but I can't say I blame 'em. You use every tool you've got to your advantage in a fight, right?" These assholes just so happen to have a lot of tools, especially compared to the rest of them. Her own voice has become a bit sharper as the tunnel becomes smaller; she's far from claustrophobic, but she doesn't love the idea of having to fight down here.

"This is really starting to—" She cuts herself off when she hears another high-pitched round of laughter coming from up ahead. It echoes, just like before, but it's much closer now, and she grits her teeth as she puts a hand against his shoulder to steady herself.

"It's just around that next bend— get ready. Any way to tell if the passage opens up a little from here? I'd hate to accidentally take your head off when shit gets real."

If she can't use her swords, she'll have to figure out another way.