Shoal lets his eyes accustom themselves to the dim gloom of the mine, as he surveys the area.  Not noticing any danger, he carefully sticks the bottle in his belt, occasionally glancing around for any signs of movement. He considers summoning his weapon but decides against it, for now. After all, the shadows and darkness in the mine give him no shortage of options. "Alright ladies, I'm ready if you are," he remarks to his companions.