Ankyra Sound pick 'n' mix

*snatches*

They'd been going in circles for what felt like hours, long enough for a tight thrill of panic to settle in Rosalyn's chest. Her companion seemed less bothered, but no less lost.

The pissing was a solid idea, though it would have been better if they'd thought to leave a trail to follow our. She let out a low string of curses as well, hers in what Spanish she could still recall, and made to push past him in the small underground grotto. "Alright, I can't smell shit with your ass in the way." She cracked a grin, fear pushed under a friendly bravado, as per usual. "How about you piss, I navigate? Unless that thick head of yours can make us an exit." That would be handy as hell.