“Hold it… like this? Is this right?” If there was one thing Cornelius was certain, it was that he was had definitely learned something new. He had no idea what the weapon, this gun, was capable of but from what he understood it seemed to be better than anything he has ever been faced with. He handled it gingerly; this was probably his first experience actually holding a gun. God knows he has had plenty of guns aimed at him, courtesy of a few angry clients here and there. His hands were not like a human’s, no matter how alike they may seem, he did not want to drop it. The lynx was always attentive to what was going on, so he attempted to mimic everything that was showed to him a moment ago. He hoped that he armed it right and contemplated test firing. Then he thought of the bats, and concluded that might not be wise.<br/><br/>He had only briefly looked at the sword when it was mentioned. “I’ll stick with the gun for now, thank you. You have my word that I will take care of it and it doesn’t end up lost.” He got an odd feeling from it, too, and would rather not have it on his mind. Instead, he focused his attention on finding a way out of here.<br/><br/>Climbing the archway with an injury like a sprained wrist might be possible. If he paced himself, taking it easy, he should be able to keep up. Cornelius was a nimble creature. “Are you suggesting that we attempt to climb up?” He gestured towards the area. Maybe going back up was better than going down. He wasn’t sure he wanted to actually head down into the unknown, especially with how… dirty and gross it was down here. Unconsciously, his hands went to his arms and he rubbed them gently, feeling a chill crawl up his back, and let out a sigh. “I suppose going it is better than heading… down there. It looks rather dark and uninviting, wouldn’t you agree?” Cornelius chuckled nervously. Since he had been given the gun, however, he couldn’t help but wonder if Wolf had also intended to check it out. If he did, would he follow?<br/><br/>The lynx took one last glance at the stairs that would lead deeper into this… cave. Nope. He was not going to go down there. Not at all, not in a million years. One would have to be pretty convincing to make him go down there. He wasn’t sure what to make of this cave, if it could even qualify as such a thing. It did have a sort of cave-y feel to it, but there was also a feeling to it that it might be some kind of ruins. Ruins sounded a lot more exciting than being in a cave. There was a sense of adventure, not that there wasn’t one already, and exploring ruins sounded more appealing than exploring some old cave. Either way it was dusty. No matter where he went, he would be getting his hands dirty. Well, dirtier than they already were.