I mean kinda, yeah! [ She laces her fingers together against the back of her head, pacing away from him toward the stairs and then back again. He may notice, he may not—-she doesn’t—-but she still stays carefully out of reach. ]

Fuck. Fuck. Okay, this is good for me, though, right, because what am I gonna do, sing us a way out?

[ She stops mid-stride, eyes widening. ] Holy shit I’m a dumbass, maybe I could. I mean we’d need a way to make sure we were going in remotely the right fucking direction, and I don’t even know what direction that would be, but if we can figure that part out I might be able to sing a few of us through the fog to get help.

[ She barely takes a breath through that whole ramble. When she does, she drops her hands to her sides again. ] I have no idea how to figure out where we are though. That’s probably going to be all you.