Scotty had actually chuckled when Chase insisted that he do the yelling. He was loud, and that was better off in this case. He carefully maneuvered the knife and the flashlight so he could still somewhat maneuver his hands to cup them around his mouth. "I gotchu," he told Ivy, but didn't get the chance to call out before something was shrieking back at them. He dropped his hands again, then turned to look back at his companions. "Well shit," he breathed, not sure of what to make of this.
What he did know to do, at the very least, was pass that bottle of whiskey with the cloth in it to Chase. Maybe fire wasn't the worst idea. "Should we tell Oliver we found something?" he wondered, glancing at Ivy and her phone. He'd been really bad at updating the guy as they went, and hoped that someone else had been posting on his network post, but he wasn't sure.