Ferrin looked at Eloween as she began to talk to Wyler, curious as to why she was so insistent that she be the one to go down first. He wasn't sure what to make of this Ixi. Earlier she had seemed rather uncertain about her own abilities, but now she seemed like she wanted to do everything.... Well, Ferrin certainly wasn't about to just stand here and be useless to the others just because there was no fighting to be done.

"I don't think you're going to need to worry about it," Ferrin replied with a shrug. "But you can do what you want I guess. I mean I-" However, just as he was turning to look back toward Eloween...he spotted something out of the corner of his eye. His eyes widened and he suddenly reached out. "Hey, wait, what're you-!?" he called out, but it was too late. Arma's foot caught something and he had fallen...straight into the hole with no opportunity to catch himself. And then came the loud, painful-sounding crash.

"Gah, shoot...." Ferrin muttered. He turned and immediately moved to open the hatch and started to descend into the room below without another word. "Arma, are you alright? Man, you gotta stop just...doing stuff. You're gonna get yourself killed." Once the Scorchio would touch down on the floor below, he would get a better look at his surroundings, wanting to make sure Arma wasn't in a worse situation than simply hurting himself on the descent.