[ She's hoping for some helpful documents, a formula for mind-control, something. Every drawer and cabinet she opens is full of medical supplies- harmless on their own, and not really proof, despite them being in a shady as fuck underground lab. ]
No.
[ She heaves a frustrated sigh, leaning against the nearest wall. She's about to open her mouth to say something again, when she hears voices in the hallway, just on the other side of the door. She freezes for a split second and- yes, yes they're definitely coming closer. ] We've got company.
[ She grabs Peter by the wrist and drags him to a door at the back of the room- a supply closet, she hopes. And it indeed proves true when she flings the door open, and shuts them both inside. ]
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No.
[ She heaves a frustrated sigh, leaning against the nearest wall. She's about to open her mouth to say something again, when she hears voices in the hallway, just on the other side of the door. She freezes for a split second and- yes, yes they're definitely coming closer. ] We've got company.
[ She grabs Peter by the wrist and drags him to a door at the back of the room- a supply closet, she hopes. And it indeed proves true when she flings the door open, and shuts them both inside. ]