... he's sure a fast little thing, ain't he. He watches the little boss's descent for a moment before following after him himself, angling the light thoughtfully so that even as he descends, the little boss can still see probably. He's a bit hasty. As far as bosses go, he's not a bad one, but Velige's a believer that haste makes waste. He figures that since he'll be working with this guy for the next little while, he might as well make measures to compensate for it.

The smell makes his nose wrinkle-- and the rats more so. He gives the scattering creatures a curious look as they scurry past, but turns his attention to the little boss again when he speaks. The words register immediately, and he doesn't even answer as he strips off his dirty, grimy gloves, pockets them and puts on new ones, before handling the camera carefully.

He moves in to take the required pictures.

Bone.

He frowns. "Looks like the rats were havin' a good time."