@ratwhsprs asked; "I don't need your advice."
No shift in posture is seen when presented with such a comeback, discarded like the rest of the refuge that lurked in the sewage water, pooling around his feet. It had been a longshot, asked of the only face-- or lack thereof -- that he had laid eyes upon down here. Someone that he spotted trekking through effluent up to their knees, seemingly without a word or complaint to offer.
"Have it your way, then." Recognising the futility of his attempts, he chose not to press the issue, which had seen him stress the importance of taking cover, for a force that dwarfed his own considerable size had been turned loose upon these tunnels. Immediately after speaking, he showed signs of veering off in a random direction, ready to accept getting lost if needed. One way or another, he had an anomaly to locate and apprehend, a fugitive that was distinguishable by their tattered lab coat and scaly green hide.
And yet, as he set off, Miguel wouldn't get more than a few steps away before he turns his head to gaze at the other. Not remotely enthused by the thought of letting them fend for themselves, or feeling desperate enough to ask if they had spotted any unusual signs of trouble, festering down in these depths.
"If you see anything, just shout, okay?"
