I decide that I can't do any good here anymore, I can't do technique for shit. I would probably fuck something up and I don't understand a word either. My feet move over the floor towards the opening in the wall; maybe I can find somewhere else to keep going and find either some answers or even an escape out of this building. But my thoughts and movements stop immediately when I hear shuffling. [i]What is this?[/i] [color=f9ad81]I listen closely[/color], maybe I can make out how far they're away, what direction they come from and how many there are. Maybe I can even slip away to hide somewhere else.

My eyes dart back to the 5x5 panel of switches and suddenly a strange thought flashes through my mind. I lift up the map I found in the office earlier and take a closer look at it. [i]5x5, eh?[/i] It might not be it, but without the huge "241- VEL. CHAMBER" room it would make perfectly 5 times 5 rows of rooms. Some bigger, some smaller, but the pattern is the same. Just maybe the panel of switches turns the lights on and off on the entire floor. But as usual, I cannot be sure of that. My knowledge of technology is probably only average. If even that.

I don't want people to think I am here somewhere. Which is kinda weird, because I should be happy about anyone who can lead the way out of here. But somehow my guts tell me that this would not be the case. And I trust my guts in situations like this. So my decision on hiding and not exactly giving away that I am here still stands. Though I will use anything I can to my advantage, if I need to.

I might just try the switches to make sure what they're here for each one on their own, but [color=f9ad81]right now I only listen to see if someone is being close to me.[/color]

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[Let me break down my actions: Just fucking [color=8dc73f]stands there[/color] paralized while having thoughts and [color=8dc73f]listens to any noises[/color], especially the shuffling.]