[ There was no reaction to his voice, but when they moved, the lights came on. Shitty, watery fluorescent lights, the kind that wash you out, make you look grey, sickly.
Erik asks to go home, and Amos can't help his derisive chuckle when nothing happens. He spots the hatch to the lower levels, and crouches to the side panel, tapping through a few menus. Locked, locked, locked. ]
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[ There was no reaction to his voice, but when they moved, the lights came on. Shitty, watery fluorescent lights, the kind that wash you out, make you look grey, sickly.
Erik asks to go home, and Amos can't help his derisive chuckle when nothing happens. He spots the hatch to the lower levels, and crouches to the side panel, tapping through a few menus. Locked, locked, locked. ]
Well, opening this might take a while.