"I, for one, my friend.." Andy said inbetween heavy breathing, the stairs apparently taking a lot out of him despite there ease, "... Am not ready to wonder back up those stairs quite so readily. No, continue looking, I'm sure we'll find something, do not doubt my bones."
Andy was of course taking Finns eager'ness to move along as to go back up the stairs, even if Finn meant it or not, giving away what was pre-occupying his thoughts.
While the others checked around Andy looks down the corridor, and checked to see if anything has disturbed the place recently. His old eyes trying to catch any details others may over look. Briefly some sweat poured down into his eye from his forehead and it caused him to blink madly, which started to make his mood turn to a more frustrated one.
He wouldn't say it out loud but he was remembering how often his "bones" had lead him astray. A quite mumble, barely audible even as a whisper, escaped him.
"Damn you, you rotten maggot infested marrow ridden... Lead me right."