The Sith had no such qualms, watching his companion quite openly as he took a moment to catch his breath and let the wall settle. He could see how awkward the other felt, and part of him wanted to force the man to face that fact, while another, more pragmatic part just wanted to get this whole charade over with, and the Jedi's clumsy praise was helping neither.<br/><br/>"Too much," he commented, a little gruffly, and brushed past Johte; again, their arms touched briefly, intentionally or otherwise. Flicking on the penlight, Procion leaned in to examine the large hole in the wall. A mirror-smooth blackness stretched out beyond, seeming to absorb the feeble light provided; the beam only reached a few metres in any direction before dispersing into the darkness, but there was a cool draft of air flowing in from the black expanse, and the distinct sense that it went on infinitely. "Lovely," the Sith stated acerbically, and the word echoed for a while before dying down. He turned back from the hole to face the Jedi, and even moved to the side slightly, offering the penlight in case he wanted to take a look.<br/><br/>"Care for a swim? I'm not making any promises, but this far down, whatever's in there should<i>not</i>be carnivorous. Should."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>