[ That metal sheet travels with all the velocity of a poorly thrown paper airplane, nose-diving into the water unimpressively. Ian shoots a look at Mace, an immediate humor despite the circumstances. It doesn't last long, just long enough to make it clear Ian's laughing at him internally. Not that he could do any better.
The rock goes next, and... alright, well, way to redeem yourself on that one, man. He appreciates good form.
Ian seems more or less satisfied that nothing rises out of the river, although he does start at the clanging.
It's the metal sheet, right? Bouncing off rocks and cave walls with the force of the current, probably? His hand tightens on Mace's a little, a brief flex, looking for reassurance. If he's of the same mind... if Mace can dismiss it easier than Ian's hyper-paranoia is allowing him to, he's amenable. He'll sweep the torch out ahead of them in the dark, looking too-vigilantly for dips in the rock that might send them tumbling over.
Looking for fucking hands reaching up out of the water while he's at it. ]
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The rock goes next, and... alright, well, way to redeem yourself on that one, man. He appreciates good form.
Ian seems more or less satisfied that nothing rises out of the river, although he does start at the clanging.
It's the metal sheet, right? Bouncing off rocks and cave walls with the force of the current, probably? His hand tightens on Mace's a little, a brief flex, looking for reassurance. If he's of the same mind... if Mace can dismiss it easier than Ian's hyper-paranoia is allowing him to, he's amenable. He'll sweep the torch out ahead of them in the dark, looking too-vigilantly for dips in the rock that might send them tumbling over.
Looking for fucking hands reaching up out of the water while he's at it. ]