[Eridan scowls at her.] Wwell, if I do die, you had better leavve me for the official necromancers. I don't wwant to be your unholy slavve, and my matesprit wwon't be happy, I swwear to you.

[After that little speech, he casts one apprehensive look back at the snake, then scrambles on top of the dumpster. He's cautious not to get any trash on his clothing, grimacing as one foot slips into something squishy, then he leaps for the top of the wall, digging in with his claws and climbing.]