"... Fuck..." Chay says aloud before drawing his longsword and motioning for the goggles again. "I'll need those because this frustration is giving me the urge to light what attacks us on fire and I'd rather not rip my own goggles from your head in the midst of combat." His sword is ice-picked, so he's not being offensive with it, just having it out of the sheath just in case they're attacked. "Friggin puddy doors and that slithering sound..."