[It's not worrying, it's planning ahead. He'll just glare at the back of Lance's head for the time being, which naturally places that giant shadow somewhere in his peripheral. Peripheral becomes the focal point, though it's difficult to discern anything through the darkness -- including Lance's full stop. His own steps slowed some, but he only idles upon nearly walking into his company.
There's some urgency to slap a hand over Lance's mouth, as he's prone to screaming and shrieking like a woman in labor for no reason. He does not, having gone completely still -- just barely offering a nod in turn.
Which Lance wouldn't be able to see, uh.]
Yeah, be quiet...
[Wild glances here and there. The water up ahead's too shallow for what they're looking for, so that was clearly an axe murderer of some kind.]
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There's some urgency to slap a hand over Lance's mouth, as he's prone to screaming and shrieking like a woman in labor for no reason. He does not, having gone completely still -- just barely offering a nod in turn.
Which Lance wouldn't be able to see, uh.]
Yeah, be quiet...
[Wild glances here and there. The water up ahead's too shallow for what they're looking for, so that was clearly an axe murderer of some kind.]