[ Don't mind him casually plucking a few more eyes from the wall as they pass. For later. To test out his pickling theory, and because it's a deep-rooted impulse Laios doesn't bother to ignore. He pockets them, thinking of vinegar, and then refocuses on the light and on Jaune's words with a blink of pleased surprise. ]

I don't know about that. It's because of you that we've made it this far. Without you knowing what we're probably aiming for, I'd have been stuck here way longer. Whatever's coming for us next, we can definitely handle.

[ And on that note, Laios shifts up toward the door, pulls at its edges to let the light flood in, and sticks a cautious hand through. ]