And Lance doesn't even know exactly what he did. Part of it, sure. But the rest... he just knows Keith came back and he walked face first into one of those walls. One day he'll figure out how that happened, perhaps.

Lance looks over to the lake as Keith does, scanning it. It's like it's calling to him... which should worry him, maybe. It does a bit. If there was a Baku down there, it's not like they have anything big enough to fight it. ... He's just gonna have to trust himself to swim the other way.

Keith's assessment has him nodding. That was his thinking too - the shield will only do so much, but it's something. He huffs at Keith repeating the pointy thing back at him, mouth tugging into a lopsided grin. "Yeah. The axe isn't... it wouldn't really work well, and I'm not taking your dagger anywhere I'm not sure I can find it again if I drop it. I mean obviously I'd try not to, but... you know." Things happen. Accidents happen. He's not taking that risk, not with something that's important to Keith, not if he has another option. "But I'm pretty sure I saw an ice pick in one of the kitchen drawers, so that'd work."