The more time he spends with Amos, the more he leans about him; and it's a good thing, he thinks, because he likes to know everything he can about the ones he calls friends. ( And one never knows when something might come in handy somewhere down along the line. )

"Right," he chuckles a bit, "like the bug-whispering." Ah, a throwback to another almost-ridiculous conversation a while back. It's amusing, sometimes, to make those little correlations, isn't it?

He makes a humming sort of noise as he considers their options. "Take care of the mimic first, then head right? Check that out?" It seems like the safest option, all things considered, but one can never be too sure about future outcomes when it comes to meandering through caves as dangerous as these.