She waits for York to put on his blindfold, feeling a little nervous...she has a good eye, but what if she gets him slimed, and...What is that thing.

"Ah—" And then he's gone before Rebecca can even question it. She searches her brain for that term she'd learned...ah, was it a holophone? She's wrong, but remembering futuristic terms when trebuchets and ballistae are the height of technology where she's from is a little difficult. "Alright! Though, I'd much rather D and I get along."

"I smelled something foul after the last group failed, so...you know, thinking about the flavor probably isn't the best idea. Let's go!"

And she'll take D's hand and guide him into the room. To her eyes, it's very large and long. A few of the mines are even moving, placed on small, circular robots that a more technologically inclined person might liken to a Roomba. There's a mechanical voice counting down to their start time, but there's still a few seconds.

"Do they do this often where you come from?"