"Here's fine, I'm not worried about Masumi." Or, really, anyone else who could find them. If they had to get out of there, they would. Gen was incredibly slippery.

"Dense fields huh..." Some kind of magic, he's guessing. He can follow those things.

"I'd like to get at those and see what we can do with them." He admitted with a frown.

Senku groaned at the mention of the food. "Ugh. Can't we have good food at least?" It kept them alive but, uh, gross. "I've got some rations." He told Gen. "In the arms band."