"We should move." Silence had settled in around them, made all the more foreboding in an environment that required so much machinery to exist. A tense moment passed between the three, strangers suddenly forced into a group. They would have made a strange sight if there had been anyone still living in the vicinity to see. They began to move once more, falling into a sort of loose formation with Enigma in the lead, the prisoners having decided without speaking that neither were comfortable with turning their backs on her.<br/><br/>The machine lead them across the prison, and they saw more evidence of their strange new foes en route to their slim chance of escape. Ix felt as if dozens of unseen hands were tugging at the strings of her fate, her life had never felt so uncertain before and the dimly lit corridors of the prison seemed darker than the subterranean tunnels she had spent her formative years in. Their steps left trails in the congealing blood and fluids of the dead, an uncomfortably easy trail for anyone to follow.<br/><br/>Occasionally the sounds of fighting echoed down to them, but the silence quickly returned. Every corner seemed to hold the threat of being faced with the Aphra who were searching for Enigma. Ix couldn't help but wondering what would happen if they were found. She had no reason to remain with the human and the machine, in theory she could abandon them at any time. The alien pondered this, weighing the appeal of cutting ties with the mysterious Aphra. She however would not abandon the human, they had work to do together still. Not abandoning Tom would likely mean not abandoning Enigma either, Ix suspected. The human was too honest for his own good.