[ Qubit glances in Peter's direction, surprised, but only briefly, as the reality of the situation starts to set in. This is not going to be quick. They're stuck in here together, and he's got a sinking feeling it's going to get worse before it gets better.
As if on cue, part of the wall ahead of them swishes open. Qubit narrows his eyes at it. ]
Well, there's our exit.
[ - then another door opens on the left wall, followed in quick succession by one behind them, one to the right, and lastly one in the center of the floor, inches from Peter's feet. Qubit lets out a sigh, his shoulders sagging with exasperation. ]
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As if on cue, part of the wall ahead of them swishes open. Qubit narrows his eyes at it. ]
Well, there's our exit.
[ - then another door opens on the left wall, followed in quick succession by one behind them, one to the right, and lastly one in the center of the floor, inches from Peter's feet. Qubit lets out a sigh, his shoulders sagging with exasperation. ]
Sorry, exits. Plural.