Round 159

Silra's teal eyes narrow with cold calculation. We're looking for an emergency exit route. The main corridor behind us is compromised—security forces are en route. She shifts her weight subtly, fingers hovering near a concealed blade. Can you confirm the quickest path to the surface from here? Time's critical.

Jeane's face flushes red as she tries to ignore the maintenance worker's questions about the unusual items in their possession. We're not—this isn't what it looks like! She hisses, glancing nervously at the door. Just... point us toward the nearest exit. Please.

The injured party member shivers violently despite the shield magic, teeth chattering. Can we move? I'm freezing my ass off here.