This room was certainly very strange. There were wires everywhere, and Cornelius had no idea what they were for. In the center sat an even stranger device. Every part last fiber of his being was encouraging him to stay the hell away from it rather than explore it like he had the other room and hallway. From what Wolfe said, something about it being a bomb, something of which he has never really heard of, apparently it was something that would end them if they stayed here for too long. Dying was something that would compel someone to leave an area as quickly as possible. He barely picked up on what Wolfe was saying, only nodded here and there as he examined the strange lights. But he did pay attention to something possibly putting an end to him. Perhaps somewhere in his mind he was thinking about saying his final good-byes.<br/><br/>Was he really going to die in this place? Panic began to sink in, but he tried his best not to think about his demise too much.<br/><br/>“I think we should--” He paused when Wolfe mentioned leaving, and then said. “Right, yes, Let’s get out of here. I’d rather not have this place be my grave.” Nobody had to tell him twice Even though Cornelius had no idea what was going on, even though he wanted to ask what a ‘bomb’ was, it was better to get out of there now, ask questions later. He bolted out of the room without a second thought, colliding with… something, scaring the daylights out of him. As Wolf helped him up they started rambling about the bomb. If Cornelius was human, his face would have been so ghost-pale people would wonder if he was dead. There was already a terrified look in his eyes. What made it worse was the mention of a dead end. That was not anything he or anyone would want to hear for that matter.<br/><br/>“So, we are trapped down here!?” His voice was slightly panicked. “I can’t be trapped down here in some place I don’t know, with some... ‘bomb’ thing that’ll supposedly kill us all! It’s filthy down here! Where will I bathe, or find food for that matter?” Clearly, he was not a calm individual once his phobias began to sink in more. “There has to be a way out somewhere!” Everyone has their breaking point. So far, he has been doing well. Darkness… filth… never able to find food, assuming there was food around a place like this to begin with. If there was, he wasn’t even sure if he would feel compelled to eat it even if it got to a point where he’s eat just about anything. Nobody ever said he was an expert on survival. He was a lawyer, definitely not a survivalist; he was not cut out for this at all.<br/><br/>Well, there was one way to find out if they could make it out.<br/><br/>Cornelius looked down the hallway through which he and Wolf had come originally. “Couldn’t we just go back the way we came?” He said, making a gesture towards said direction. That made sense. It was a little silly, perhaps, but attempting something, even if it the clock was ticking, was better than standing around waiting to die.