Anders mutters something vaguely agreeable, though the nod of his head is not exactly emphatic. He's less fond of the idea when it isn't just a half-baked thought in his own head, though - even going back just to guard the border between that eerie fog and the beach beyond could be perilous. Not to mention his general misgivings with regards to finding someone in charge around here. (But, at least on this count, his problems with authority are probably just his own.)

But he's less concerned with redeeming himself (from what?) than simply getting out of here.

She doesn't chase that momentary fault, and he's grateful enough for it to plaster on a more convincing smile over his melodramatic sigh. "Ah, well, I'll just have to take what I can get. Obviously I've lost my edge."

Not that it was ever there to begin with. Anders has made a lifelong career out of making himself seem as harmless as possible. (Easily enough, considering he isn't all that much.)

"I think the temple's right up here. Er... If I remember right."