IC: David lowers the camera, staring placidly out at the field.
A surge of unpleasant cold fills his gut momentarily, before he forces it down, turning to look at Lauren. "So there's a clown with murderous intent? Why don't we just go back then...."
He looks the way they came, and remembers unpleasantly he does not know the way back.
"....I mean....its one guy. Unless he's Pennywise we should be able to dogpile him when he comes back...in which case yeah we're possibly very screwed..."
David coughs. "Though we don't seem to be doing very well either way..."