The supply closet, empty though it is, is a godsend. Wash scopes it out thoroughly before he relaxes - the door is hinged and doesn't seem to be automated at all, which means Arcade can't yank it open remotely. Good. (It also means that they're basically trapped if anyone attacks the doorway, but in an area that's nothing but neverending enclosed hallways, that's about the best they're going to get. The extra security is currently worth the risk.)

He makes sure the door is shut tightly and locked before joining Pidge on the floor, pressing his back against the cold metal of the wall. After the day he's had, it feels good. "I'm fine," is all he says as he pulls his pack into his lap and starts rummaging through it. It's not really the truth - he's not going to be fine as long as they're in whatever circle of hell Arcade has created for them - but right now, he's about as close to fine as he can get, and not unlike the room, that will have to be good enough. He pulls out another MRE - his last MRE, not that he's going to tell Pidge that - and takes the time to activate it, handing it to Pidge as it heats up. "Let's try this again."