Having little to no reason to want to hang around the town, especially with that option sounding dangerous for everyone, Samandriel had gone willingly into the tunnels with his brothers and everyone else. It had been worrying enough on it's own, but once they got in and lost use of their powers, well... It was near impossible for him to not find himself anxious about it all. Especially since he knows now that Crowley's around.

He sticks close to the group of his siblings--or at least, the ones that he can. Even if they're all just as powerless as him, he still somehow manages to feel safer around them, although certainly not as much so as usual. As they walk, he remains relatively silent, instead peering around with fairly nervous glances, even wringing his hands without really realizing it as he picks his pace up a little, sticking close to Raphael for the time being.

A glance is cast toward his brother for a moment, then Samandriel's eyes flit off in an effort to see...something. Some sign that they're nearing the end because the longer they're down here, the more confined and weak he feels, the jumpier he gets.