[He takes that information in. What odd creatures... it seems like his first assumption about them was way off (and a little paranoid), but he's seen some shit in his time. He snorts at Noah's quip, then sighs as he follows his gaze and looks ahead.]

Figures. Where does that route lead, anyway? Is there no other way out?

[Perhaps this factory is walled in or somesuch, but a wall might be less of an obstacle than the fog monsters... but then again neither of them has access to their magic, which makes everything more cumbersome. Oh well, he's ready to fight his way through if need be. He offers the short sword to Noah once more.]

You're good with your knife, but if you want something with a wider range I'll lend it to you.