Ethel Snake nodded rather jovially along with the robed individual's decision as he surveyed their little group. As to the source of his good mood, well, toxic liquids and near-darkness aside, he hadn't felt this comfortable in ages and it was showing through rather quickly. So far as which tunnel to choose, well in Ethel's mind stumbling about in the dark with no goal in mind other than 'find this probably-dead Adept' wasn't likely to get them nearly as far as asking around after clues, least of all while protecting the virgin-sanctity of Mr.Virgyl's robes, to say nothing of his over-inflated sense of dignity.

"I'm all for civilization if you fine lot are, so the right tunnel's my vote! Ah, marvelous to be back in a decent hab' away from all that looming space and sky and whatnot, innit? All it needs is a bit more in the way of noxious fumes and shuffling bodies to give things a homey, lived-in touch! Yessir, down here they're my kind of people, so never-you-fear, we'll find our man and be on our way before you can even identify those fluids!"

A promise that was dependable for reasons entirely separate from matters of speed, but that was hardly the point.