Jay once again found himself in the wretched vents of the facility. In the past 3 minutes he already forgot the stink that was here, and now that he came back, he almost threw up. Not that it was so bad, it was just a surprise compared to the coolness of the actual facility. Anyhow they will need to find a place where they can get supplies and clothes. He was thinking. Real hard. On this level there are 3 rooms like that. Guessing by the terminal's info and what they have seen, this floor is most likely stripped. So either they go up and see if the destroyed levels still have supplies, or they go down even more and hope they find something. However time is against them. He turned back and looked at Eve. He opened his mouth trying to say something, but he closed it and stopped. He sat down and turned around. Jay looked into the eyes of the woman. "Look. We have to choose the lesser evil here, and I want you to think it through with me. We either go up, which is a risk we might die, or we go down and find nothing, and probably get stuck there. None seems good, and both could end up with us dying. So what is your bet?"