(OOC: Back from Florida! So now I can reply!)
Rope hears a very faint whirr-whirr-whirring somewhere in the distance. Slig pants? Maybe. He breaks his silence.
Rope: Uhh, guys? I am feeling very sure there are sligs approaching. They'll catch up with us pretty soon, so we'd better get cracking.
Rope falls into step behind Drake.
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