The drunk brawler had followed the group, surprisingly not talking at all. When they got to the bottom, there came noises, but Emma didn't notice. She was to disgusted by the odd substance they were standing in. "Bloody 'ell!  What in god's name is this stuff?!" She said.  It wasn't exactly a yell, nor was it a whisper, but somewhere in between. "It smells like my brothas afta a long day of work!" She glanced at the others, who didn't seem as bothered by the liquid. "What's goin' on?" She asked, frowning.