( Frankly, he starts second guessing himself at how eager she looks. Too little, too late. They're already committed.
Her warning earns her a nod, and without further ado he steers them down the path. The further they go, the darker it gets. Muted through walls of dirt, there's a scratching and squeaking. With the twists and winds of the tunnels, it's heard to tell if they'll be coming in through the front or the right, or if they'll be coming in at all.
Whenever possible, if he can get by without a fight he tries not to pick one. He shoots a look back at her, presses a finger to his lips. Stealth mission mode. )
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Her warning earns her a nod, and without further ado he steers them down the path. The further they go, the darker it gets. Muted through walls of dirt, there's a scratching and squeaking. With the twists and winds of the tunnels, it's heard to tell if they'll be coming in through the front or the right, or if they'll be coming in at all.
Whenever possible, if he can get by without a fight he tries not to pick one. He shoots a look back at her, presses a finger to his lips. Stealth mission mode. )