The bubble bulging through the weave of his rope was unexpected, but not unfamiliar to Antony. He frowned, puzzled, though still smiling at Will (because, even under his singular disguise and without the recognizable projection, caught in this net and with a moment of scrutiny, this was unmistakably the shaman boy). A little more difficult to fathom was the circumstances that led to him wandering the jungle in this costume playing bait with his friends.
Antony just glanced up at Wicked on her approach, fingers tense on his crossbow anticipating anything unfriendly, then turned back to Will. "I think we interrupted a dangerous game," he called down to Wicked, focus still pointedly on the boy, who obviously didn't realize what kind of trouble he could get into out here. Nor did Wicked, if she didn't take the rope Antony cut loose from his trap to swing down to her to join them off of the floor. If the noise caught her attention, then something hungry would be along any minute. Then again, there was an unnerving lack of beasty activity in the area, like something had scared them all off. If Antony had known the phrase 'Too quiet', he would know how to convey his anxiety.
[OOC: oh goodness, I was working under the assumption that we all knew the same language. Now communication is going to get interesting.]