"Sorry, sorry," Peter says, trying desperately to not just die from sheer anxiety and embarrassment. Somehow, he succeeds in living.
Fortunately, they're free, but no closer to solving their mystery of where they are or why they're here. Her advice about the vents makes him wince, but he doesn't think she's wrong. All sorts of things would be able to hide in there, after all. It makes sense to him.
"This hallway looks a bit like a submarine, but." Peter clicks his tongue. "It doesn't look right to me. It's off."
It does cause his stomach to drop a bit. The insides looking too smooth, maybe too advanced even. That doesn't necessarily mean it's human creation. It could mean anything.
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Fortunately, they're free, but no closer to solving their mystery of where they are or why they're here. Her advice about the vents makes him wince, but he doesn't think she's wrong. All sorts of things would be able to hide in there, after all. It makes sense to him.
"This hallway looks a bit like a submarine, but." Peter clicks his tongue. "It doesn't look right to me. It's off."
It does cause his stomach to drop a bit. The insides looking too smooth, maybe too advanced even. That doesn't necessarily mean it's human creation. It could mean anything.