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"A rat?" Nate asked, almost stifling a humourous snort. He was about to voice his skepticism to that until he caught a glimpse of the fresh blood which had trickled down her cheek. Maybe she [i]had[/i] been attacked by a rat? Or maybe she'd caught her self on something on the way down and thought she'd seen a rat? At the least, the way she'd cowered and backed up against the wall like that made it seem like something serious.

"Yeah, Kimberly," he finally echoed, "That's a funny name for some shrooms." He gave a shrug at the snide remark, then continued on, "Some guys at the ladder seemed to know who you were - one's got a cane like Doctor House and the other sounded like she had a fake leg or some shit, was screwin' with the ladder." Nate brought a palm up to his chin to give it a scratch, then glanced back up towards the hatch through which the both of them had gotten in here. "I'm Nate, I guess. And no, that's not the name of the shrooms [i]I[/i] took. That part comes later," he said, deadpan, before cracking his fingers together and reaching into a pocket and pulling out a loose tissue, offering it out for her to clean herself up so she'd look a little less like Freddy Krueger had raked her face.

"So, lemme guess - you and your friends were trying to find a way to get past Steroids Hagen at the front, you saw a rat and fell in, then saw a rat again and started going apeshit again, got yourself cut in the process?"  Nate gave a shrug to that, "Makes no difference now. We're kinda stuck in here unless you want to find a way out... and bingo."

A finger found itself pointed in the direction of a doorframe from which the muffled pulses of music could be heard seeping through.