Eric moved into the hall, gazing at the differed doors which all seemed to be unlocking. "Hmm...which door?" He asked, more to himself than anyone else. He knew they were likely just as confused and confounded about the whole thing as he was. The most logical choice was to start with door number 1.  But what if that wast Dr. Klien's plan? What if he had set a trap? It was most likely they were all some sort of trap, but Eric was good with traps. Mines, tripwires, turrets...he's seen just about everything in his days as a raider.<br/><br/><br/>He turned to his sister for advice. While he might be the one with the book smarts, she was usually better at reading a situation than he was. "What do you think? See what's behind door number one?" He asked, reaching out, ready to open the door at her command.<br/><br/><br/>He wasn't so sure his plan was a good one, but he did know he didn't want to just wait around in the holding room. Something was making him feel on edge. His heart was starting to race and his breathing was growing heavy. He couldn't help thinking that the desert ranger over there was staring at Sierra. Of course, there was no way to be sure, he couldn't see the guy's eyes through that gas mask he wore. The thought of it made his blood begin to boil.<br/><br/><br/>Eric shook his head, trying to clear it of such thoughts. Now was not the time to get into a pissing contest. Besides, if he did make a pass at Sierra she could handle herself just fine. She certainly sent enough of their raider buddies to their bunks with broken balls for trying to get too friendly with her.