Quiet.<br/><br/>Nine flights of stairs, and of *course* the demons had wrenched out all the others, of *course* they'd no need for steps at *all*; And it'd all been going *so* well up to that moment. Amanda had felt herself begin to *relax*, when no hideous creatures pounced on them from the darkness, no toothy grins glinting in the non-light...Their footsteps, in the empty stairwell, had been very, *very* loud to her ears- But that was just nerves.<br/><br/>For a long, long moment, Amanda just stood, peering up into the murky gloom of the floors *just* out of reach, her pink hair clinging damply to her back- Enhanced strength or not, servoes or not, she'd *still* worked up a sweat climbing those stairs, so far...And she didn't feel like going back down *now*, hardly high-up enough for a proper vantage point!<br/><br/>Her eyes<i>blink-clicked</i>, the built-in camera of her rig whirring as she captured low-light images of the fiery crimson fungi clinging to the walls and ceiling- The ones that radiated an almost *palpable* heat...But gave no sign at *all* on MARA's map- Or Amanda's thermal vision.<br/><br/>Amanda sighed, just a little, tapping the side of her headset- Truth be told, she didn't know whether this was some kind of radar-invisible, thermal-invisible fungus...Or if the system was simply acting up again! Her gloved fingers flexed as she considered the door into the still-unexplored building proper...Those damn red dots on her display continuing their jittering dance...<br/><br/><i>"MARA, what do you make of these?"</i>she vocalized, wondering briefly if she should *try* to retrieve a sample- But her *suit* had smoldered at the first accidental contact, when she'd brushed past an outcropping by *accident*...And Amanda really, really *didn't* want to test her meshsuit's integrity against it!<br/><br/>She glanced at Tasha, a wry smirk on Amanda's lips as she considered the blonde beauty- "Looks like we're heading in, after all~" Amanda murmured, her voice echoing hollowly in the stairwell- "I *don't* feel like climbing back down, and we still can't get visual on those damn ghost readings." She 'tsk'ed, sharply, her weapon hanging casually on her side, teeth sawing against her full lips as she *pondered*... "There's nothing for it. We'd just have to go right *through*..."<br/><br/>Stretching, Amanda brushed dust from the cracked floor display- Now almost obliterated, the plastic cracked right down the center, the faded legend "YOU ARE HERE" eerily ominous;<i>"MARA, can you record the floor plan, here? We'll need a real-time approximation of which room we're in, if we're going to make it to the stairwell over..."</i>And her finger jabbed decisively at a room on the *opposite* side from where they were! The redundant fire escape stairs, which'd been *entirely* pointless, considering the five or six elevators built into the very framework of the building itself.<br/><br/><i>"There. That's our target. Now we just need to get to it...</i>"