Their head jerks, but then they nod quickly. See? It's different all the time, but particularly so in the damp.

A few more pebbles get flicked intentionally, scattering across their faces. A few of them make muffled tinks. They shuffle closer and examine--oh, there's a Nail-lance in the water, impaled in the stone beneath. (Fortunately, there doesn't seem to be any body, of a victim or the one who must've thrown it.)

--Lemm is waiting for them. They stand and tip apologetically.