<ul>All there was left to do was to listen to him as he spoke. Fingers trickled over the suit, making sure everything had been fastened properly. Everything about this felt wrong. Part of her wanted to go back to the containment bay and simply let the computer deal with the rest. It was likely easier to escape the authorities than it was to come out of this alive. She was sending herself into a room where a hole existed, and all the air and heat was slowly being drained away, and she did not even have a proper helmet on.<br/><br/>As Quen handed her the directions to the core, she was hardly surprised it was through the air duct system above their heads. Though she had suspected the truth, seeing it on paper now was a different story. Yet the patrol officer kept lecturing her and for a moment she toyed with the prospect of shooting him in the forehead and calling it a day. When she looked up, it was too late. His helmet was on.<br/><br/>"Hey dickwad," securing the heavy duty goggles over her eyes and nose, she adjusted to all the indicator panels in the way of her vision. Glancing towards him through the green lens she smirked, "it's your pathetic life I'm saving. Be thankful." Even in these circumstance, she could find it within herself to insult him.<br/><br/>Why was she even doing this again? Quen didn't really strike her as the type that would diverge from orders even in these circumstances.<br/><br/>Finally, her back was to his, long fingers working the suit over her mouth and cheeks and feeding the material under the goggles. It was a tight fit between the air hose and everything else, but it would have to do. Finding precisely where the entry point was, she glanced above her. With a small jump she had pushed the panel into the darkness and watched as a small ladder cascaded down. It was meant for entry into the duct system for maintenance purposes, but clearly she'd be using it for other means. <br/><br/>Her hands gripped the metal bars and she pulled her body up. Her stomach was screaming at her in pain but it was difficult to pay attention to something so trivial now that she was faced with the prospect of death. For a moment, she wondered if it would have been better for them to cast all hope to the wind and go at it like rabbits for one last time before all the oxygen ran out and they died.<br/><br/> It certainly would have been more pleasant than this.<br/><br/>She heard the metal groan under her weight, as she pulled the stairs back up and closed the panel once more. The goggles were equipped with night-vision properties and for a moment she simply glanced down and eyed the map he'd drawn for her. Attempting to conserve her oxygen as much as possible, Zilah slowed her breathing and turned to study the tunnel system before her.<br/><br/>"Okay, moving." She spoke, her voice muffled, and for a moment she paused to set a timer on the wristpiece he'd given her before beginning to crawl along the narrow passage. There was barely any room for movement and she desperately wished she had not volunteered for this job. As she navigated the system, the ticking seconds had never felt longer.<br/></ul>