Argh! [He could have said that before yelling and frightening the life out of the poor archaeologist, who flinches so dramatically he almost jumps into Maria's gunblades. He manages to keep his balance on the slimy steps somehow, though.] Goodness! ...Erm, are you all right?
[Even if that might not be the best descriptor, the three of them are at least safe for now - there's still nothing down here but that pile of rubble blocking what might be a doorway ahead. Nothing happens when Namur sticks his hand through the image of the plaque, either; the button behind it won't go in any further however hard it's pushed.
Well, nothing except for some faint, high-pitched chittering gradually fading into earshot, joining the patter of small footprints somewhere in the middle distance. But that probably isn't directly linked.]
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[Even if that might not be the best descriptor, the three of them are at least safe for now - there's still nothing down here but that pile of rubble blocking what might be a doorway ahead. Nothing happens when Namur sticks his hand through the image of the plaque, either; the button behind it won't go in any further however hard it's pushed.
Well, nothing except for some faint, high-pitched chittering gradually fading into earshot, joining the patter of small footprints somewhere in the middle distance. But that probably isn't directly linked.]