"I've done this before, you know," Lena replies back, a little snappier than she means to. The truth is, she really hasn't done this before -- not like this, where everything was so purposefully trying to crawl under her skin. Sure, she's seen dead omnics before, she's witnessed murders, she's gone toe to toe with unbeatable odds. The idea that someone she barely knows might be feeling her discomfort is more stressful than she wants to admit.

So instead of acknowledging it, she stuffs it deep down in her stomach and moves as quietly as possible, listening for anything that sounds out of place while they head toward a safer location.

"Less breathin' walls and all that, but--" She waves her hand, like it doesn't even matter. It does.