She nodded. "Stay close, I don't want to be ambushed by whatever's in there," she said, gesturing towards the slightly lit room, as she took a left turn, into the northern room.<br/><br/>The northeastern wall of this blasted chamber was obviously super-heated at some point, for here and there, the walls ran waxlike, forming slag that cooled into puddles of steel all along the floor. Debris litters the floor—it might once have been tech of great value but now is mere scraps of unsalvageable, half-melted junk.