The cushioning spell must have been ineffective on Tony's sensitive snake skin because he landed with a 'whup!' and hiss and sat holding the hip that took the brunt of the fall with a thoroughly abused pout. Bruce was going to pay for that one. "This ass in invaluable, I hope you know that. I hope you know what you did," he complained as he climbed to his feet, slinging the blanket back over his head with a very dignified huff. "Come on," he said once he had gathered himself, and with a flick of his wand conjured a spark that went bouncing excitedly off the walls away down a hallway, pausing anxiously as it went to wait for them to catch up, "we're under the lake here. I'd prefer a dry exit." The spark was vibrating a few feet away now, where the corridor forked, growing a web of its own that looked like a tangle of nerves.