"Should be." She slips in under his arm to peer into the crack before he's bothered to withdraw fully: they don't have time to waste on patience or propriety, after all. Besides, knowing him, he won't care. "Maybe."

Right now it's all marking key points, tracing out the lines where they connect. If she could talk to someone else via comms— anyone else— covering ground would be so much easier.

"Can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm glad you're here." Trying to peer into the darkness, already squeezed halfway into the space between cables and...ugh...flesh, she sparks up an illuminating hologram. Damn. Dead end. The wiring sinks off into gory, malformed tumors no more than a few feet in. "Everybody else I found was...crazy messed up."

Violent. Aggressive. Nothing beyond the pale, but it's good to know who your friends really are.

—ironic, coming from her.