Dog's eyes darted around the room when he saw Mikkish enter into a fighting stance, catching a hint of chitinous hide and a long wicked tail slink behind one of the racks, out of sight. Dog slowly edged his way away from the racks toward the rest of the group. He hadn't been able to smell them either over the musk of the unread that filled this enclosed space. 

"I hope the next floor isn't this rotten." He said quietly, tensing himself to avoid an attack from any direction. He might not be able to smell, but he could still listen. Now that he'd opened his ears to it he could hear the slow pad of footfalls, the rustling of fabric as they brushed up against it. How many? How many was this? There was one, he knew. He could hear it, creeping around riiiiiight over...there!

Vinashy had the rocket launcher. "Hey." Dog said, voice steady so as not to alert the new monsters. He pointed where he thought one of the things was creeping around. "Shoot there." [@Shadow Dragon]