Furrowing his eyebrows and cradling his masked chin pensively, he considered the given options. He was trying to evaluate which half of that mission would involve the least amount of danger... but both seemed equally risky. Yeah, the 'bee-runner' would have to get their attention and draw 'em over to the trap, but the 'bucket-pusher' had to wait around long enough to aim and swing the bucket when the swarm caught up.

There really wasn't a right answer, was there? ... Sorta made him wish he could do both jobs himself.
"...Heather, I don't know. I don't want you getting hurt. What're you more comfortable doing?"