Voska's eyes rolled the moment she heard the sound of pages being rapidly flicked behind her. Her slender fingers shifted her grip on the machete slightly as a mental image of spinning on the male and taking a few swings flashed through her head. They were in a dangerous, hostile environment and his primary concern was collecting some man-eating grass.

She slowed to a stop and slipped her blade into the sheath at her side when he asked her to stop, giving him a rather critical look as he sat down to slip on his boots. Her ears could pick out the echoed and heavily distorted noises of their group far behind them, no doubt alerting everything within miles to their presence. Then again, if anything came running at them, the marten and the feline would be first in harms way. So far she had only found one branching cavern and it had seemed empty... likely a dead end. The lack of plant life usually meant a lack of traversable terrain, since the plants themselves had to rely on mobile prey to come near... to be strangled or poisoned, killed and turned into a livable patch of nutrients for the greenery. Some of the larger gardens of the catacombs were along the main trade routes, built on the bones of long-dead adventurers and lost animals. 

"I have no idea what a teridoom is..." She replied, grossly mispronouncing the word. "That was a small version of a plant that would normally have snapped my leg in several places and left me for dead after I passed out from the pain and blood loss, then planted more babies on my corpse." Her voice was accented rather heavily in the style often associated with the nomadic tribes of the tundra, probably had it in her bloodline too if one would guess. "So, if you want a pet, maybe try a dog first?" She shrugged nonchalantly, "Unless you only like creatures that want to turn you into a corpse for breeding, in which case, feel free." Her eyes roved around their area before she scratched at the tip of her nose with a claw and began walking again. They were about to round a bend in the tunnel and it became apparent that she was going to go poke her head around the corner.

"Stay still until I come back with the light." She prompted, giving him a pointed look over her shoulder as she strolled away, leaving him in the encroaching gloom and silence. She smiled to herself as she walked away, sure that the feline would probably be having a panic attack by the time she would return, but she did need to scout around the corner before he came walking up with her and made any noise. Light was less likely to alert creatures in the catacombs as a poorly placed footstep. Most of the plant-life wasn't even sensitive to light, and it would blind a good portion of the animals down here. She unslung her rifle from her shoulder as she came upon the bend, which curled not only sharply to the right by at a steep incline downwards. She adjusted the rifle slightly and pulled it up to her shoulder to view down the sights, hoping to get a better view, but she could see little past a few dozen yards, and it seemed as if the slope may become steeper.. dangerously so. 

She clicked her tongue mentally, and shook her head, turning to begin walking back towards her scholarly companion. This direction might be impassable, in which case they would have to double back for several miles. not that she cared much, she was getting paid either way.