[They don't push it. He's flustered. It's not like he doesn't have a good point, too: it's very possible that there are a lot more scorpions where that came from. They nod and brush the sand off their plastron, scanning the dark, still dunes all around them.]

Of course, of course. Um... do you happen to know the way out of here, or should we just pick a direction and start moving? I've usually got a pretty decent internal compass, but this is all totally new to me!