Irizzle revels in the discomfort of the big guns for a while, happy to be the correctly sized one in this environment.
He shows off a little, dancing around between his companions as they carefully pick their way through. Heedless of what he is doing, at some point he pumps his head on a low part of the ceiling. This brings him to his senses, and he asks
”Well, that was a bit of fun, would you like me to scout ahead?”