After being led back to the safety zone he'd started in, Gregory placed his hands on his hips and took several deep breaths. The pain surging through his sliced legs and thighs was burning, but it was far from debilitating. He would have laughed at himself, if what happened wasn't so goddamn creepy and unnatural, or detrimental to the pointy eared individual beside him. Casting a cursory glance in the woman's direction, he easily noticed how harrowing and agonizing the experience had been for her. It made sense. She had been in the fields longer, after all.<br/><br/>In all the kerfuffle, he'd also noticed what hung between her legs, but that wasn't a matter to bring up. It was something to fantasize about much later, maybe, but he wasn't in the mood or place to be thinking of such things.<br/><br/>The thought of his failure set a deep frown into his face, but he got rid of it soon enough. He would have patted the woman on the shoulder, but given their naked state, it hardly seemed the best idea. "Thanks." He offered to Timothy. "They could sell that grass to crotchety old folks. Would really keep hooligans off their lawns." Perhaps the joke could lighten the mood even the slightest bit. He didn't hold out too much hope, though. "And now we get to wander through it again. Only way to advance, really." He sighed, the turned his attention to Timothy. "Lead the way, you got my trust." He said with a deferential hand gesture .<br/><br/>He would follow the man through the fields, watching and replicating each step as he brought up the rear of the three person line. Once they reached safety, he felt some relief flow through him. He listened on as the talk continued, covering himself all the while and making a conscious effort to remain calm and collected. This was difficult, given the tempest of confusion and distress playing out in his head, but he figured he managed well enough. "That was like somethin' out of a crazy videogame." These words were softly spoken, and clearly directed to no one in particular.