He starts forward, probing the ground as he goes. "Good. Given that we're not a coordinated force here--like usual--we're going to have to contend with others attempting direct assaults. They're going to be on alert eventually, no matter what happens." Which was going to be an absolute pain in the ass, but as long as they kept aware of their surroundings, the two of them had a better chance of coming through this unscathed.

...Especially given that he's now got yet another friend who doubles as a flamethrower. "Damn. You're a lot better at that than I am." Though the fact that he wasn't joking was still an accomplishment. And worth remembering--this wasn't just wasted time. He was picking up skills clones weren't supposed to have.