It sure looked like someone was making strides as opposed to his own general lack of progress. It's for that reason Joshua, simply passing and sans his own waste indicating his own lack of effort, slows to a stop. His hand moves to his chin, eyes half-lidded in vague curiosity at the sight of the girl leading her army of insectoid helpers.

"Quite the operation you've got going there. Not to mention your little team."

It's interesting. Very much so. His hand moves to brush a lock of errant curls from his face.

"You're paying them, I presume?"