The echoing in the tunnels of the cave is messing with his perception a little. He can hear something, and he’s reasonably sure it’s footsteps, but with the way the gamemakers lured them in here, who knows? Even if they are, he’s having a hard time pinpointing where they’re coming from.

So he stops, rocking back a little into a more defensible position. His eyes dart around, focusing most often on the area he thinks the sound’s coming from.

He doesn’t know he’s looking the wrong way.