(It is definitely the first time Kit has seen Rutile smile, and he probably wouldn't object to seeing them smile again under better, cleaner circumstances.)

"What, this?" He lifts the metal detector from where it's resting across his shoulders, giving it a dubious look at best. "Supposedly it's a metal detector. So far it's only been good for detecting the crick in my neck. Probably from carting it all over the place down here."

His bibiru pokes its little whiskered head over his shoulder to sniff in Rutile's direction; Kit absently reaches up to give it a scratch behind the ears. "Uh, yeah--munga. They're about so big--" and here, he approximates roughly the size of a rat, "--and have toxic spines that'll make you hallucinate if they touch you. Trust me, you'd know one if you saw one."