Celris squeaked and fell backwards at the sight of what could have been their fate. She cursed and spent a few moments fuming. "I told you! Augh!" She threw a handfulof dirt at Oz and scowled, "Agreed, then? We don't trust<span style="font-style: italic">anything</span>in this place!"<br/>Oz watched, thoughtful, he'd never felt threatened before. Not so close to home, and definitely not by Construct. When he turned to look for Prometheus he realized that the static was still present, and, if anything, it was a tad louder.<br/>Neff stood next to him, eyes alight in wonderment, unlike the fear reflected in Celris'. "I wonder what that would have felt like..."<br/>Celris growled, turning to the doll, "Utter agony, that's what. So do we move on, doll, or try to find more 'shelter'?"