“Well, what are you running from?” she asked, once it was quiet enough that they could talk without screaming. Her ears relaxed, though she found it was hard for her mind to do likewise. She could still hear the drilling, and still “see” many identical corridors, as though each blast of the drill flashed a light so bright it shone through them all. She could feel which ones had mining equipment in them, and which ended in blank stone walls. “Those silver guys… are you a criminal?”