[like darin, riptide doesn't seem to be very phased. he watches this entire display and gets a good chuckle when darin sandblasts himself in the face, though he does turn back at one point to give the handle a jiggle.]

Hey. Matchy-matchy. [he points at his own blue hair.] I think it's just a death room, if I'm honest. Kind of a lazy one, too. I'd rather be killed by spikes or fire. Sand is just... eugh.