Are you sure about that? [Absolutely, totally sure?] Because we have no idea where we even are, let alone what this place can do! [Not that they really have a choice.

Precisely because they have no idea where they are, a roof over their head is better than nothing at all. At least it will give them some protection, from the ailments, if from nothing else. That is, until it tries to kill them while they sleep. Maybe.

Keith watches as Lance takes care of that and turns, to grab the towel from the table, too. Lance used it for the cloth, earlier, so maybe they can use the rest for the same purpose, if it's ever needed. He drops the towel over his shoulder, gets the bucket around his elbow and takes a hold of his own chest-plate. His dagger is on his bag and the axe on his other hand.] Yeah, I'm fine. [Or as fine as possible given the circumstances, really. Could be worse. (Could always be worse.)] Lets just get out of here.