Chase glanced back, seeing the faint glint of the knife in the dark and frowned deeply. Sure, he'd been the one to suggest bringing a weapon to Ivy, but seeing Scotty with that thing wasn't doing much to settle his nerves. For some reason it reminded him that the hammer he had strapped to his waist as his own weapon of choice was the same one he'd used to crush Scotty's father's fingers with all those months ago.
At Ivy's question he nodded without thinking about it too hard. If there was anything out there it was bound to have heard them stomping around, or had some other way of finding them. That thought didn't particularly make him feel any better, but if there was even a slight chance it might work and get them out of the woods faster, they should try it. "Probably a good idea." He looked to Scotty, making a little bit of an effort to not be as dry as he wanted as he added, "you should probably do it. You're louder." He gave the scrap one final tug, then moved to rejoin them, pulling out his survival kit and unclipping the small flashlight from the side.