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[b]Seventh floor - Dr Dream's lab[/b]
Syed brought his hands to his mouth in absolute horror. There... there was so [i]much[/i] of it! So much! It couldn't have come from just one person, right? He backed himself against the wall, his breathing becoming rapid and shallow. He didn't want to be here he wanted to be anywhere but here-!

He crouched down beside Trixie, putting a trembling arm around her shoulders and pulling her to his chest. He didn't say a word - there was no way he could trivialise a situation like this. And as much as his mind screamed about coincidences and conspiracies and set-ups and traps... this was all too much. He had no idea what was truth and what was a lie anymore.

To be honest, he needed comfort just as much as he thought Trixie did.

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Moira had a much stronger stomach than her partner, however. She remained standing, one hand gripping her sword, scowling at their surroundings. "It's thanks to Marcus that we're still a group," she said simply, thinking back to Vandrell. That was the one thing she was certain of - it wouldn't be Marcus. She didn't really want to contribute too much to the discussion, as she knew she wasn't the brightest bulb in the box. "And Whatsit has been with us pretty much the whole time."

She left it at that, bringing her other hand to her sword and flexing her fingers. She didn't concern herself with maybes and lies or truths or whatever. All she knew is that most people wouldn't just hang about waiting and flailing their blood about the place - they'd try and get help. It must have been recent... this place just screamed trap, and she wasn't willing to let herself be caught unaware. "Keep your guard up," she added in response to Aria. "Whatever happened might still be here."