"I think this place did a number on them. All that whispering, stuck in their own memories." It's not good for anyone. Luckily enough, they're made of sterner stuff, the both of them. That much is obvious even without any deep, psychological analysis.

She dusts off her hands, crawling back out to rest on her heels for a moment, wiping the sweat from her brow. "One of them pulled a gun on me, the other one didn't even see me - just weird. Se entiende?"

From there the edits are made to her digital map, housed— like everything else— within her cybernetic upgrades. A tilt of her wrist after she pinches it neatly between her fingers offers him an uninhibited view: it's small so far, no more than three separate corridors and one larger, open space. Each of the electrical circuits is marked with easily distinguished blue markers. Two, so far.

Three if you include this one.