"Wayne," he replies, looking back toward the chamber again, putting together what he's pretty sure they might have to do as soon as Palamedes starts to walk himself through it in kind. That's...huh. That's clever, if this is supposed to be a test of bonds. One person outside, and a talented fighter in would give them a better chance at solving this.

So Wayne props his axe against his shoulder, shifting his weight and assessing himself briefly, before reaching into his pocket and pulling out an anomalous juice box that seems to be a much lower graphical fidelity than the rest of the surrounding space, sucking it dry then crushing it to put back into his pocket. If he's going to be in a fight, he needs to be able to perform accordingly.

"Let's do this."