Hidden by the towel, Scotty's brow formed a deep crease. "I think I'm going to need to see a visual or something," he decided, no longer sure of who was allowed to jump where and why. "The death thing does sound like a hell of an obstacle."
He wondered how far out the lake was, and if there was any sort of structure near there, just in case. It would be fun to check out, but it was so easy to lose track of time when swimming. "Maybe next time the map gets bigger. There's still a lot greyed out, right?" He would check later. "Oh shit, a boxing bag would have been cool. We'll have to remember that for next time, because I'd want to use that shit too, yo. Too bad we don't know how to make shit like that. Probably need some heavy duty fabric and stitching. That ain't my jam, I just do the punching."