"Anyone else's ass in my face, maybe. Yours ... not so much," Cam replied with a smirk as he smacked it playfully. He continued following his brother, glancing behind them occasionally to make sure that nothing was coming up behind them. He didn't think it was likely but still, it was better to be safe than sorry. They still didn't know who put them in this mess; better not to leave anything to chance. Cam noticed how it was getting darker but didn't mention anything about it, hoping that they would still find a way out of this vent. He disliked enclosed spaces, having been claustrophobic as a child; thankfully, he had gotten help and the extreme feeling has since decreased a great deal. However, that didn't mean it didn't pop up every now and again.<br/><br/>When they reached a dead end, he heaved a sigh and glanced behind them again saying, "Air has to be getting in here from somewhere; if it didn't then we would have suffocated in that room and it wouldn't have been so damn cold." He was trying hard not to panic and stay calm in this space. However, he was starting to slip. Then Travis pushed on something overhead and opened up a hatch like door. Sunlight and fresh air spilled into the vent, making him take a deep breath and picturing the freedom just within reach. When Travis told him the situation, he asked, "Is there enough space to put a gun barrel through? You might be able to shoot it off."