"I'm more surprised they're not attacking us..." Soma trails off slowly, as he glances over at the pickaxe, that thing would do way more damage than a table. The odd girl put him on guard along with the rest of the poltergeist-like mining, but when he realizes she's not going to attack, he slowly relaxes, exhaling, but still he won't take his hand off the cave wall.

"This is going to sound awkward... do you remember where we came in from?" Not being about to even distinguish left from right is really going to be hell with navigating these mines.