He paused at the first noise, wincing at how LOUD it was, even though he was supposed to be several hundred feet underground by now, the cave having been in a fairly substantial cliff face. At the woman's laugh, even if it was barely audible, he was turning, bringing the large knife out of its holster at the small of his back as he stepped back, the flashlight flickering from deeper shadow to deeper shadow, trying to find the source that sounded like it was behind and below him. That instinctive step backwards, however, caused the collapsing floor to take him with it, as his weight was nearly entirely on the back foot, but his training came back with a vengeance, letting him curl and roll down the slope, and slam into the pile with only a few minor scrapes and a couple large bruises for his ride. A simple glance told him the wall was too steep to simply walk back up, and he would have to use his climbing gear to get out.<br/><br/>However, he turned his attention to the new tunnel he was in, and carefully cast about, idly noting that the new tunnel curved around, back toward the entrance, though it might be a spiral leading further down. It was steep enough, however, that he had to carefully move down the tunnel, pausing soon to pump the flashlight to recharge it, and then continuing.