[And Keith is just looking at Lance as he babbles on, somewhat, eyebrow lowering down, much like his arms and shoulders.] Yeah, I--... Have no idea, either. [Probably not.

... Very, very likely not.

He moves his hand up, then, scratches the back of his neck, and sighs at what Lance says last.] Hopefully nearby.

[Lowering down, he gets the backpack back on his shoulder - a small hiss escaping him as he does - as well as the chestplate back on his other arm and the dagger on his hand.]

C'mon. We gotta find them. If this place is really that crazy, they might need our help.