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Bridget said nothing to the other two after her previous snarl. Focusing on the task at hand was more important that idle chatter. They could get all friendly with each other back in their little cells, if they wanted too. She didn't. They passed boxes and machines, all old and corroded by time and miasma however light it was, not even the corpse of the lost was of any consequence to Bridget. All it did was confirm that they infested this place like any other rodent.

When the tunnel finally opened up, the Revenant narrowed her eyes at the thorn of judgement, slowly scanning the area for anything useful. A single point of interest, a small spec of red light cutting through the darkness. A blood bead? She didn't think they gave off light, but if it was one she was taking it and running. Just one, small problem...

[color=ec008c]"Hrmph...they're probably not dead."[/color] She slowly walked over to the corpse of one of the Lost. [color=ec008c]"We should make sure of that. I don't want any surprise ambushes from behind."[/color] Bridget would meticulously begin to make sure each lost in the area was definitely dead, and not just waiting for a chance to surprise them.