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Aramay

The first thing that caught her attention was the girl's eyes. Aramay backed up even further. This girl had claws! Not sharpened nails, actual claws. Aramay's hands pulled closer to her chest so that the instrument wasn't just being waved out in front of her. So Dusk was the one who made those marks on the walls. It was both relieving and unsettling at the same time. "I'm sorry." It could have been an apology for swiping at Dusk, or for leaving them behind. Then another odd thing happened. She said her name, not in a pleasant manor but it still was a greeting."I...just woke up on a table with tubes sticking out of me." Aramay stops. "So, sorry if I'm not...I just want to get out of here."

Dusk looked like she was in pain but it wasn't like there was anything Aramay could do to help her even if she figured out what was wrong. Unfortunately there wasn't much time to work on pleasantries. It already started off sour. Dusk looked better equipped to injure someone than Aramay's dried blood from that guard clung to the surgical instrument. On the other hand she didn't appear to be completely focused on what was going on while Aramay twitched at almost every single noise or fast movement.

She tightened her lips and watched Dusk dig her claws into the wall to write out the message. It wasn't helping them get out. It probably would make their challenge even worse with how Dusk was trying to provoke a response to whoever was watching. "I think we should leave and save the threats for later." She said nervously, already looking for another way to go. "Maybe we should stick with corridors to the right...and go from there."