[Dave tries, to no avail, to make out the completely invisible lines of the trapdoor in the floor before giving up and squinting at the room's roof instead. He has to bend to usher the Pokémon to one side with him so they won't be caught by either the soda explosion or the trap door. If it works.]

Eh, should be fine as long as you're not standing directly in front of the thing. Maybe hold on to me so I can yank you back just in case, I think I'm in the clear over here.

[He sounds a lot more confident than he actually is, but even as he eyes the floor beneath his feet warily, he offers Dirk a hand.]