[he sticks by the entrance they had created, hand over his mouth now as well, and stares in the direction Holland (or rather, the sound of his footsteps) goes. there's a mixture of agitation and exasperation in his voice when he speaks, muffled through his hand and through the fact that he's leaning away from the room now.]
There's likely nothing there, you moron! Don't get close to it, covering your mouth will only do you so much good. [he could bail now, and in all honesty he's only a few seconds away from doing so, but that much of a warning only seems fair.]
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There's likely nothing there, you moron! Don't get close to it, covering your mouth will only do you so much good. [he could bail now, and in all honesty he's only a few seconds away from doing so, but that much of a warning only seems fair.]