[ This place wasn't doing well for anyone here, herself included. Voices from what seemed to be the past circulating, echoing through the depths, shifting and changing and worming their ways into their hearts and minds; it would seem that Gilgamesh was no different. It was hard to make out even finite details in the pale light, but even with as little as the other blond could see, she knew not to approach too closely, lest she get hurt.

He sounded different somehow, his tone and words making her hair stand on end far more than any static energy he produced did. The addition of a second voice set her well over the edge, her gun raised as she instinctively moved between the two. She couldn't see her, no, but she could hear her, war-trained senses attentive. ]

...

[ She wouldn't get a clear shot in this place, she knew. Tossing a casual glance over her shoulder at Gilgamesh, her voice was low, flat, lacking any kind of natural bounce and vivacity that it usually held.

Excellen spoke like a soldier in the trenches. ]

It's a trick, Gilgamesh. Nothing's there.

[ She took a few backward steps toward him, feeling the air crackling, trying not to wince. Typing was not on her side with this one, but she sure as hell wasn't going to leave someone behind. Thorin would never let her live that down.

She would never let herself live that down. ]

Come on, snap out of it. We need to get you out of here. I don't know what's going on, but this place isn't good for anybody.