Rodney was, indeed, back at the beach, the walls of the cave just a little too tight for his liking. Of course, the first really, really good thunderstorm they have, or hurricane, could very well change his mind. But for the moment, the scientist was content in remaining where he was. Besides, he was working on the electronics for the raft with a singleminded purpose, and anything that kept him away was on the level of immensely irritating.

While he didn't hear the initial alarum, the scientist did look up from his work while others began to react. He frowned, his head shifting forward a little, his brows knit. Clarice's call to action caused him to look around his immediate area, taking stock.
Who'd remain behind if he did? Probably no one...

Rising to his feet slowly, scowl in place, he put his work gently down and on a blanket, covered it, and began to make his way towards the firepit. "What-what... a yell... as in a 'discovery' yell or a 'help, I'm in trouble' yell?" Still, it didn't stop him from tagging behind the small group to investigate.