Carefully grabbing the crumbling, rusted up iron bars and tossing them onto the grass, Rissle grins broadly, before packing away her stuff, trying to get as much rusted grime of her warmer clothes before stuffing them back in her pack. Grabbing Malark's hand, the energetic woman pulled him close, giggling, "Please don't fall into the sewage now pretty boy, or we will have to head into the river to bathe before I let you into my tummy!", before dragging him into the pipe after herself. She could still see pretty well, so going without torches would be just fine for her, and as long as he held onto her, it should be fine for him too!