Alec doesn't laugh. He's briefly struck by the thought he doesn't know what his own laughter sounds like, which seems like a thing a person should know. He's probably capable of laughing. He should try it later.

"Thank fuck," he says, sincerely. It looks like a walkable distance, and with that thought comes another flicker of sensory awareness.

There are people down there. Good to know.

"Lead on, oh noble guide."