As the elder takes his seat, Ciel crinkles her nose at the stuffy air in the mine. She sticks a hand out into the air and closes her eyes, trying to "read the air". Faint impressions drift up to the surface of her mind. For the most part, stillness, quiet. Yet there were traces of motion. The air had been disturbed recently. Whether that was from the movements of some creature or their own arrival was impossible to determine. She shakes her head and opens her eyes. They would have to go farther in if she wanted more information. She quietly notes Shoal sticking his bottle in his belt, so she does the same with her waist wrap. She would need both hands to effectively use her spear. Once her bottle is secured to her hip, she plucks her spear out of the air.<br/>"Alright ladies, I'm ready if you are," Shoal remarks. Ciel nods. "Ready."