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[h3]Brewing Storm[/h3][/center]

Somewhere, in the back of Luke's head, he was starting to wonder just how out of his depth he really was here.

He couldn't speak for his other teammates, but when the newly-freed faunus spoke up and casually revealed an option that none of them had seemed to be considering, the little voice in the back of all of our heads that expresses self doubt was snarking till the cows came home.

Of course that was an option. Twelve survivors also meant twelve extra hands, and twelve extra brains, whether they were combatants or not. Was he cracking under the pressure hard enough to forget that? S-Rank or not, second mission or not, it was his job to handle it as a hunter-in-training, wasn't it? High stakes couldn't be allowed to be an excuse.

...Or was it something besides that?

No, that wasn't a thought he could honestly entertain in light of the last 15 minutes. While he didn't quite have a sporadic outburst like his gun-toting teammate, he couldn't deny that, yes, he had been letting it get to his head.

Which, as previously stated, meant a failure on his part. 

[i][color=fdc68a]...They're watching us. If I get to down on myself, they're going to pick up on it and start panicking.[/color]

[color=00aeef]I have to keep cool.[/color][/i]

Thanks, Psychology class.

[b]"Hey, on top of that, would anyone here know what the quickest route out of here would be?"[/b]

He glanced to his teammates, then down to Priscilla before continuing.

[b]"If there's a better option than doubling back, we should take it."[/b]

It would probably end up being "back the way you came", but if he'd learned anything from this mission thus far, it was that you left no stone unturned. Anything to help speed these people along out of here would reduce the amount of time that BASL, who he could only assume was at least in part engaging the Grimm on the roof, was on their lonesome against something that big.