( It takes concentrated effort not to snort at her antics; instead she's just rewarded with a dry, bemused look. He can communicate just fine with only his face, as it turns out.
Not that it matters.
The tunnel collapses, kicking up dust and silt. In a reflexive instant he tugs her away from the new opening, practically spinning her like a fucking ballet dancer.
Some hyper-fast mental processing: The sheer quantity of them it would take to sound like that is troubling. They could go back now, but odds are the herd would just follow them. Nobody would be able to get back in. The scientist would die. If they go deeper, they might find branching tunnel paths to help lose them.
Second number two post-collapse, he nudges her urgently deeper in with a hissed: )
Go, go, go-
( He'll take the rear. Pick them off one at a time through the narrow passage, hopefully. )
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Not that it matters.
The tunnel collapses, kicking up dust and silt. In a reflexive instant he tugs her away from the new opening, practically spinning her like a fucking ballet dancer.
Some hyper-fast mental processing:
The sheer quantity of them it would take to sound like that is troubling.
They could go back now, but odds are the herd would just follow them. Nobody would be able to get back in.
The scientist would die.
If they go deeper, they might find branching tunnel paths to help lose them.
Second number two post-collapse, he nudges her urgently deeper in with a hissed: )
Go, go, go-
( He'll take the rear. Pick them off one at a time through the narrow passage, hopefully. )