Lena has to swallow down the bile that suddenly makes itself present at the back of her throat. Without a doubt, she had tolerance for some gruesome things but -- this was just plain grotesque in an otherworldly way she couldn't prepare herself for. This time, her discomfort shows nakedly on her face -- no amount of positive thinking and optimism would wipe away the smell or the sound.

Something crawls down her spine, and Lena's body shivers for a moment, eyes squeezed shut while she tries to collect herself.

"Ugh. Let's just get out of here already," she practically spits, shaking out her limbs and forcing herself to walk forward in the first direction she can find that's clear.