[The tapping is probably the rats. They had to get their shitty armor from somewhere and Namur doubts they just found it laying around. The taste/smells from earlier also come from below, and one of those may or may not be a capturable Guardian Force. There may or may not be a pissed off plant thing coming for them. The weakass floor may or may not crumble beneath them even if they try skirting the edges near the walls. The shitty building may or may not be a maze, and it would be damn stupid to get lost in it when the place they probably need to go is open to them right now.

They just have to dive in and hope the proverbial sharks are too damn surprised to do anything while they get their bearings and get to cover.

Namur grits his teeth, letting out a long, slow breath between them. He should probably suggest they stick to the walls and go through the door. But that feels like more circling, and he's circled enough to be satisfied. It's time to strike, the quicker the better.]

Okay, goin' t' drop down them holes in the floor.

[He's still keeping his voice low, but anything he can smell can probably smell him, too. It isn't as if there's a current around to move the scent.]

There's a shit ton a critters down there, maybe a human. Y' got any ideas better'n jus' walkin' over an' hopin' the shitty floor crumbles t' our advantage?