Marduk says something, but ze doesn't hear. Castor's close enough to grab zim, now, and he's eyeing Riccin like he wants to haul off and pop them.

But that'd be wasting energy, and they've got to amscray. Drones are super-duper, hellaciously bad, the one thing that both zir lusus and Castor have both raised hell about avoiding, and if they're close enough to freak him out...

Himmon starts flailing instead, kicking and flailing. Riccin's arms are covered in cloth, and their claws aren't doing jack shit, so ze starts pummelling the arm with zir fists instead. "Let me down," ze shrieks. "There's drones back there, I gotta go, let me down!"