There was no one to ask for advice, no one to bounce ideas off of. Olivia would have to figure out what to do alone. She walked past the wreckage of her entry-point, moving swiftly through the dark with the mechanical assistance of the armor in every step. She could feel the strength it gave to her, the forward motion. It was like constantly walking downhill. Does it have fuel? Will I screech to a halt and be trapped in here? Is there a tracker?