The hole completed, Donovan -almost- felt a little light-headed. He wasn't completely tapped yet - but he was getting there. Hopefully the escape would be concluded soon. If he could just have a bit of water, he'd be fine, but there was no time for what at the moment.<br/><br/>Instead, his head turned to the sound of the drow's voice, asking if the two men trusted her.<br/><br/>Hell -no- they didn't trust her. Or at least, Donovan didn't. First, she was a drow. Second, she was a woman. Third... she was a fucking -drow-. Had Donovan ever met one he trusted? No. Even the one he had bedded had taken off with his -entire- coin purse, rather than just the agreed upon amount. That was a long time ago, but had never been forgotten. Not that Sae-Ka was a woman of the night by any means, and Donovan had the distinct impression that asking her if she was would result in her demonstration of how angry and pissed-off she could be.<br/><br/>The woman fell back through the slight gash in the wall he had created, and before he could answer her question - or pose one of his own - he felt Dean's hand on him, pulling him along as well.<br/><br/>So it appeared that Dean, at least, trusted the woman. More like, Dean trusted the woman to have the proper plumbing that -he- desired to investigate thoroughly and up close. If it had been a drow male, Donovan was convinced that the two men would have remained in the tower to fight their way back to the sewer entrance. Yes, even as they fell towards the earth as it rapidly approached, Donovan was convinced that Dean had leaped out of the building - and pulled Donovan with him - in an attempt to demonstrate that he trusted the drow in order to get in her pants.<br/><br/>The shadow was -so- predictable.<br/><br/>But, it was too late to protest now. His body limp, he -had- to believe that the woman would somehow slow their fall - or Dean would exercise his ability at the last instance to keep them from splattering against the ground below.