[ Well. That's a bizarre question. Maine stares for a moment, cocking his head slightly in confusion before he shakes his head. As far as he knows, the most horrific thing that's happened here is just being here.
When the Archivist comes up empty, Maine brushes the apology aside with a one-shouldered shrug. Then he squats down and examines the stones, trying to gauge which ones are worn the smoothest.
It would be easier if his HUD were functional. Shit, he'd probably barely have to pause. He feels like he's half-blind without the constant flow of information from his suit's sensors. The Freelancer grits his teeth and reminds himself that he is getting out of here. This is a temporary setback; that's all.
Fortunately, one of the three paths is clearly more frequently used than the rest. After checking the third path, Maine points at the second — "that one" — and resumes leading the way. ]
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When the Archivist comes up empty, Maine brushes the apology aside with a one-shouldered shrug. Then he squats down and examines the stones, trying to gauge which ones are worn the smoothest.
It would be easier if his HUD were functional. Shit, he'd probably barely have to pause. He feels like he's half-blind without the constant flow of information from his suit's sensors. The Freelancer grits his teeth and reminds himself that he is getting out of here. This is a temporary setback; that's all.
Fortunately, one of the three paths is clearly more frequently used than the rest. After checking the third path, Maine points at the second — "that one" — and resumes leading the way. ]