”No injuries here, but that can change if some other spirits come to check on us, so why don’t we get the HELL out of here while we still can? Come on, people, show some activity, we don’t have time to idle here.” Mutumbo was obviously on full speed now, his eyes somewhat feverish, his head snapping this way and that as he constantly kept watch of their surroundings. He totally forgot his mental link to the comm, so he used the mic when he spoke to Ultra. "Hey, Ultra, pack the gear up there and don’t care to be too tidy about it. We will need to put some distance between us and this mine before we can rest. Get the drone to find us some likely campsite by the time we’re up there." He turned to the others as if wanting to say something, then used the comm again. ”I mean, please.”