[She hates seeing Lavi like this, and she'd much rather do this himself and have him somewhere resting, but she knows he's too stubborn for that. She turns her hand to squeeze his briefly before pulling away and continuing down the tunnel.]
Good. I can't carry you, you know.
[As promised, the maintenance rooms are just down the next tunnel, and Kate exchanges a few quiet, murmured words with a man sitting on the ground outside the door. He's wrapped in a pile of old, threadbare blankets, for all the world looking like one of the many squatters that live down here, minus the sharp way he watches them. Apparently Kate passes his test, though, because he stands up and lets them in.
This hideout is a series of interconnected rooms, the people within working around disused machinery and old, rickety shelves full of useless tools. It's cramped and uncomfortable, but that could be said of all of Old Town. The man leads them to a room in the back, where four or five people are laying on makeshift pallets, shivering with fever and half delirious. Kate exhales, turning to Lavi.]
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Good. I can't carry you, you know.
[As promised, the maintenance rooms are just down the next tunnel, and Kate exchanges a few quiet, murmured words with a man sitting on the ground outside the door. He's wrapped in a pile of old, threadbare blankets, for all the world looking like one of the many squatters that live down here, minus the sharp way he watches them. Apparently Kate passes his test, though, because he stands up and lets them in.
This hideout is a series of interconnected rooms, the people within working around disused machinery and old, rickety shelves full of useless tools. It's cramped and uncomfortable, but that could be said of all of Old Town. The man leads them to a room in the back, where four or five people are laying on makeshift pallets, shivering with fever and half delirious. Kate exhales, turning to Lavi.]
How well does this stuff work, exactly?