Lyall has a couple flashlights, that rope he brought for his first delving trip in here, a first aid kit, and some bottled water and juice (no giggles down here, thank you very much) bundled up in a backpack, and of course he has his powerful sense of smell. He's gravitated to the students in particular, the After School Numbers Club, as it were, like he had before-- if they'll stick with him, anyway.

He tries to keep to the front of the group, so that any vermedi sightings will have advance warning: he can smell them coming, after all. His recommendation upon any hint of the scent, of course, will be to get the hell out of there.