((Sorry to hear, hope you're all well and good.  Work's been... work.  Before midnight to 7 in the morning, I'm beat!))<br/><br/>@Chiro:  "That's the spirit." The professor's voice comes from somewhere a few feet behind.  "Can you smell anything?  I'm feeling around... wait... wait.  Good thing we snuffed the torches." He takes a whiff.  "It's close..."  *You, in fact, bang your shoes loudly on the sloshing canister.  The professor still stumbles around in the unlit chasm, the soft glow of the orange behind and around the corner giving only a vague silhouette.  "Onyx... talk to me so we can find our way back to the machine."  He asks, before stumbling over a canister himself.<br/><br/>@Ome:  "The fuMMMPH!" She buries halfway into your belly and bounces back... the headlong collision favored you immensely in terms of momentum.  The girl skids and tumbles back to the ropes on the far side, stunned and sitting upright with her back against the padded cables.  "What the hell was THAT?" She asks, with the appropriately stunned response of someone who had seen a skilled Luchadore become a master Sumo wrestler in the span of thirty seconds...<br/><br/>@KavenBach: "Ah... no!  Go ahead and clean up." He glances sideways out the window.  It was getting to be close to sunup, that is, an overcast from the countryside meant that a few hours would bring the day again.  "We should be fine.  Aside from..." He coughs.  "Aside from being on the lamb and all.  Which reminds me how freaking hungry I'm getting..." He stares off outside.  "There's a Twentyfour-Seven just down the block.  Can I trust you two to play nice?" He cocks an eyebrow.  "Do you want anything while I'm gone?  Should I take Tim with me?" He adds, asking you politely.