John rubbed his chin with his free hand, regarding the area that was supposedly full of traps. He knew they wouldn't have been very good traps if they were obvious, so he bit back the comment about it looking safe.
"Gee, thanks," he replied with a light roll of his eyes, but there was a little bit of wisdom there, huh? If they both went and it turned out she was right, well, they were fucked in the bad way. For a moment, he considered declining -- he didn't want to fall into a vat of acid either, honestly -- but he wasn't a pussy.
"So all right, what was it like before? Someone would cross and ... how far could they get before the traps? Did acid tubs just appear suddenly under people's feet?" He at least wanted some idea before attempting to cross.