The Mighty Benjamin contentedly sat himself on top of Ulrich's helmet as they went through the caves, squinting through the darkness and sniffing away at what few odours there were that weren't unpleasant or stale; fortunately the Ferret was remarkably light (he was a ferret, after all), so it wouldn't really affect any head movements for the man. Seeing more of the cavern seemed to make Benjie quite happy, though his eyes were far more out for something in particular; that girl that he'd failed to help earlier. Even if it was just some shoe, or part of a torn shirt sleeve or something, Benjamin would scan the area to the best of his Ferret-y abilities to find at least something. Even as the Doomhatchlings scuttled towards them, the little evil multi-legged shits; even as they got unnervingly close and were stomped on by Ulrich, the squelching of their disgusting, Doom-y hatchling bodies under his boot, making him wiggle insanely as his head went back and forth. Once he saw (and heard) the other folks yelling, he looked over to them and... squinted; admittedly, he did know that some came here.... But he was sure they weren't the same ones from before he saw. Eh, screw it. "Tha frackin doomspiders are on this side too, ya dummy! A butt-ton of Doomhatchlings! You stay 'n help us stab an' burn 'em, we'll help you not become shredded food for 'em!" The ferret yelled right back; for something so small, it was... Surprisingly loud. Or, capable of it. They most probably wouldn't have known that it was him anyway; just a tiny, barely- noticable thing on top of a man's helmet!