Lance thinks to himself. He better try to mark when this maze starts in case the path goes full circle. He pauses pretending to scratch his chest in different spot. He subtly goes under his vest and pulls out a lock pick. He places it in between two fingers so it can't be seen. He puts his hand on the wall and makes an X on the wall. He digs the metal in as deep as he can. Its hard to tell what it did but he had to do something.<br/><br/>He continues to cautiously walks down the corridor. His hand occasionally rubbing along the wall. He drags the thick end of the pick along the wall hoping to cause a short or damage to the maze wall.  He starts to feel something wall. It is becoming less shiny and become almost bone dry. He walks further along and the walls are no longer smooth and are more rippled and their texture of the wall is quite different now. Less artificial and more like realistic. He nods. Impressive illusion. He comes to a corner. He stops and drags his claws along with the edge of his pick hard into the wall to make an X to mark the corner. He turns the corner. He stops and sighs seeing another long straight corridor that appears to go for miles. In the distance is a gray haze. He wonders if the haze is dangerous. He looks around for other ways to go but this seems the only way to go. The only way to find out is to move forward. He first pretends to feel the wall dragging the pick against the wall hoping with a new corridor there may be something that can be shorted out before he walks slowly down the corridor.