Ah, great. They are teaming up to defend their reckless decision making. The bugs, however... He doesn't like the sound of that. Especially given the amount of... well. Bug remains they are covered with. Those haven't been ladybugs.

Anger shifts into concern and the Archivist wordlessly steps past the duo, towards the edge of the hole, carefully peering down "And you are sure they won't follow..." The uncertainty of his tone suggests the question that isn't asked. The light tapping of his fingers against his bag however, gives away a certain apprehension to the idea of a horde of bugs streaming from this hole.

They can't possibly fill this thing with cement...?

He carefully sets that thought aside for later and casts a glance over his shoulder for another non-quite-question "Any wounds...?"