[ The hallway inclines downward slightly but noticeably as they're continuing down it. Heine stops walking as soon as there's the slightest judder, eyes narrowing. ]
Yeah.
[ Something's wrong. Heine turns around. There's no one behind them, but from further down the hallway there's the approaching sound of running footsteps, distanced by a door or wall—but they're coming. ]
...let's go. They shouldn't be hostile yet, but— [ He frowns. He'd still rather not be here when they arrive. ]
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Yeah.
[ Something's wrong. Heine turns around. There's no one behind them, but from further down the hallway there's the approaching sound of running footsteps, distanced by a door or wall—but they're coming. ]
...let's go. They shouldn't be hostile yet, but— [ He frowns. He'd still rather not be here when they arrive. ]