[Dick puts the flashlight down before dragging himself up, trying not to think too hard about the sound of claws clattering over the tunnel floor and the squeaks. He stops pretty close to the edge of the tunnel, giving Sara enough room to pull herself up, and tucks the light back under his arm before reaching into his jacket and pulling out a flare. The rats in the innards of the ship hadn't liked fire, and he knew regular ones didn't, either, but. It was hard not to remember glowing red eyes and an almost sentient malevolent force calling the shots.
He lights the flare and lets out a relieved breath he hadn't known he'd been holding when he saw they weren't about to be attacked by a swarm. There were a lot of them, more than you'd want to see on the Barge, but he'd been in sewers that were worse, and they could get through it.]
It's not exactly a torch but I've got a couple of these, it should hopefully last us a while.
Spam
He lights the flare and lets out a relieved breath he hadn't known he'd been holding when he saw they weren't about to be attacked by a swarm. There were a lot of them, more than you'd want to see on the Barge, but he'd been in sewers that were worse, and they could get through it.]
It's not exactly a torch but I've got a couple of these, it should hopefully last us a while.