“You think she’s alive?” Olivia picked a direction at random from the several doorways, choosing the one that didn’t have piles of makeshift furniture now shredded by her grenades. Her armor sparked and creaked a little, but it was still working. Her air was now draining again, but that was fine. She had at least an hour before it gave out on her for good. “That spell looked… complicated. Figure she had to be close.”