[Davesprite leans out a bit into the next corridor to see how long it's likely to be before their group arrives - it's a pretty typical case of a couple of girls pretending to be more scared than they actually are and a couple of dudes pretending nothing can touch them.
Retreating back to the edge of their room, Davesprite gives a thumbs-up and looks inside, focusing for a moment. There's a glimpse of orange neon text suddenly scribbled across the walls before Davesprite closes the door.]
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Retreating back to the edge of their room, Davesprite gives a thumbs-up and looks inside, focusing for a moment. There's a glimpse of orange neon text suddenly scribbled across the walls before Davesprite closes the door.]
We're good here.