Oh boy, he was super lost. No one could tell by looking at him, though, not with the grin on his face and the easy stride in his step. He looked like just any regular passerby, rather than someone who had gotten turned around on their way to their destination. He just had a natural way of getting himself into sticky situations--at least he endured them all with a smile and an easy-going attitude.

But he definitely didn't like all this mud and muck, especially when it stuck to his paws, inching it's way between his toes. He was quite fond of his appearance and he didn't want to look a mess when he got where he was going.

"This is totally not radical!" he grumbles under his breath. Shaking himself off, he finally took a moment to stand still and take a serious look at his surroundings, a frown finally etching itself onto his face. This place was definitely not where he was supposed to be. Supposedly this place he had heard of had a beach and everything, and this place he was in, well, it was far from being a beach.

Rodney lifts his head at the voice, brow quirking at his comment. His judgement of his vocabulary wasn't very radical, either, but he didn't say anything out loud. Instead he pretends like he didn't hear him, sheepishly nodding at his question. "A little bit. I'm guessing you know where we are, my dude?" truthfully, he was eager to get out of this swamp. It would be hard to see on his dark fur, but he still didn't want to take any risks. He didn't want it to dry and become uncomfortable, either.