Yeah, lots of smells. Shit and rats and mold, probably festering all over the walls, covered with a thin sheet of algae. It smells like the last place she wants to be stuck in, but it's definitely not gonna help her claw her way through the dark. He seems to be doing a better job than her. Or he's just pretending he is. Either way, she knows he wouldn't miss someone sitting in the dark, waiting for them to get too close. They'd always managed to find her when she pulled that kind of crap.

She snorts again, obviously very dignified. Unfortunately, she was raised by a general. She recognizes the sign for what it should be.

"You really gotta work on those." Plenty of time later. Right. She clears the escalator, the lights clicking off completely the moment she hits the ground.

Knew it. Knew it was gonna happen.

A hand hits her hip and she stifles a noise that's much closer to a gasp than a snort. "Hey, watch it." Guess she's really stuck holding a corpse's hand in the dark. (If he decided to eat her now, she wouldn't have a chance.) Her fingers slip between his, steady steps next to him. As much as she's not up for letting R lead the way, she's gotta admit he has a slightly better chance of maneuvering. Mostly because she's impatient as hell to find her way outta this.

"We're fine." Yeah. She takes a breath, exhales. The darkness closes in, more than choking. "Try not to run us into a wall."