"They really went after the new plants in that last batch," he murmurs, frowning slightly just remembering that night. Claustrophobic, full of battle- it's not an experience he'd like to have happen again. Probably none of them would.

...Well, besides Guts, maybe.

"Hopefully, if we're more hands on with the latest sprouts, we'll keep anything from eating at them." He glances up at Jaune. "What kind of treatment do you think you'd try with them?"