"That's giving me way too much fucking credit," Felix snorted, glancing back at Lennon to see him settling in. "And I was a shit negotiator last time," he added, tilting his head at Lennon's prone form, as if considering, then retreated from the next platform to hunker down with him, settling in with his head taking up residence on Lennon's side, and both feet hanging over the edge to the platform they'd just escaped from.
"I can already tell this was a mistake," he grunted and muttered to Lennon as his body settled comfortably off his feet for the first time in a few hours, but he didn't sound particularly put off by it.
"Who's the-“ he started to call, loud enough for Marco to hear, only for the only mobile member of their crew's exclamation to cut him off. "The lantern?“ he called instead, listening to what he was pretty sure was Marco moving around. "What do you meant sort of? Do you need help?"