They're never discussing Malaysia again, Charlie. Strictly off limits.

Chloe keeps her hand steady as she goes along, strafing her way over towards the archway leading to the outer corridor they'd used to drop in initially. Bit of a task when she has to hold their eyesight and manage not to crash into the nearest wall, but manage she does-- at least until the edge of her wrist catches against the arch's edge, popping the top right off the jar and leaving its insides (or lack thereof) exposed.

"Bollocks." she breathes, just before turning on her heel and giving Charlie a surprisingly solid shove forward to help the heavy bastard along. "Go, go, go--!"