Ah. It...feels weird to need to specify if said people were 'friendly' or not. More like holding it together, really. If they were stuck here much longer it would only be a matter of time before they either fell to the madness or got killed by the Faceless puppetting their friends.

"So long as I can move I'm up for the fight."

Connie glances up as a shadow breaks the hazy light filtering in through the hallway- and her mouth goes dry. Three suits of armour, blue with accented arm bands, have been incorporated into the ceiling. The three figures' arms are stretched out towards the light as if reaching for some manner of warmth but they're frozen in place, their visors cracked and dripping something dark and cold.

"Getting reeeally tired of all the smoke and mirrors bullshit."