... yep, definitely staring into his soul. Though the little boss turns his back on him, he resists the urge to smirk to himself. For one, it'd be unprofessional, and for another, he's probably made enough jabs at the costume. Still, though, he thinks it's kind of cute. He didn't think they made frog ponchos anymore-- where he came from, those went out of style decades ago.

Following obediently and offering polite nods to the stunned forensic team members that the little boss left in his wake, he deftly climbs down the ladder after making sure that the little boss cleared the thing. Honestly, though, he thinks he should've gone down first. There's probably nothing down there, but at the very least, he could catch the little boss if he slipped.

The sudden beam of light catches his attention. Eyes adjusting to the dimness, he notes that it's coming from the little boss's watch. Interesting gadget, there-- in turn, he turns on his helmet light, testing it and adjusting it as needed. Then, getting to work, he turns to the place where he remembered seeing the strange, wedged object.

"There."