"Sucks to be both of us, then," Squalo decides. He's half tempted to piss and moan about being stranded with someone completely useless in this environment, but truth to be told, he hasn't exactly trekked a lot of jungles himself. Damn.

He frowns and squints at the jungle, trying to see through the veil of rain. "XANXUS?!" he calls out at the top of his lungs once again, but there's obviously no answer and, displeased, he turns toward his new companion again. "Seen anyone else?"