Conrad is trying his best, here. He doesn't exactly have legs, so he has to scamper to keep up, but he's doing an okay job despite his limitations. It's also kind of difficult for him to keep the makeshift cloth mask over his mouth as he walks. It's awkward, as it sort of binds his arms and makes it hard for him to carry anything. Everything is more than a little annoying, so he's already feeling a tad grouchy.

"I don't think we could get any closer if we tried," he grumbles, shooting a glance between his two teammates. "And, yeah, I get it. We'll just beat the hell out of each other if we inhale spores."

Really, he's more concerned about the flickers of movement he catches out of the corner of his eye. He half expects something to snare one of them or jump out at any second. He tugs his mask a little tighter as he gazes out at whatever is squirming around in the darkness, and he almost misses what Anasui is saying as he focuses elsewhere.

"What? What are you talking about? If you really have a better idea, let's hear it."