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[crazyequalsgenius]

"Hmmmm." He thinks it over, looking back down the hall in the direction she indicated. Of course, he had already guessed as much, but confirmation was good in a place like this where the facts of a situation could change with every door they went through. "Same for me. All I know is, I was coming from the other direction. But there's a door I didn't take, so ... maybe we could back-track?"

If that door was fruitless, they could try to retrace Robin's steps too: he had the memory to know the way back to where they were currently... or at least, so he thought.

"That color looks good on you, by the way."

[grivences]

They don't really have many options to choose from. Back tracking makes as much sense as trying to push forward, especially if Jim was coming from the other direction. So, Robin nods, and gestures for him to lead the way.

She's so tired, she almost misses the compliment. Instead she just kind of blinks owlishly up at him for a moment, before she remembers that words are a thing people use to communicate with each other.

"Oh, uh. Thanks. I didn't exactly plan for it, but... It's not so bad, so far." At least she hasn't felt hungry yet like she did as a centaur or as a weird angel-devil hybrid.

"You don't look like you've changed all that much."

Inwardly, she adds, 'Lucky duck.'

[crazyequalsgenius]

"Only on the outside," he snorts, pushing open the door. "It's all plastic and metal under the skin. Hurt like hell for a few days. Think of the worst muscle cramp you ever had, but put it everywhere."

He peers into the door and does a double take, then swears under his breath.

"This isn't even how it looked ten minutes ago. It was a locker room then, and now it's a cubicle farm...? Fuck, if it weren't so annoying I'd be fascinated."

[grivences]

When Jim turns to look into the door, Robin stands back, eyes boring holes into the back of his shirt, wondering what sort of plastic and metal he has under there...

"So, what, are you turning into a cyborg? I didn't even realize that was an option."

She knows there are more pressing matters at hand, but this is a way more interesting conversation topic than them being lost.

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"Apparently, it is." He looks pretty bemused by it, himself. "I get some serious static electricity if I even look at a computer or a TV wrong. Made a real idiot out of myself in the arcade and broke one of the cabinets."

He shakes his head, frustrated more because he thought he'd grounded himself properly and wouldn't affect the thing, but had anyway. "The owner was really nice about it, but I still felt like I should have known better."

Stretching up on his toes, he tries to see over the winding maze of cubicles, looking for another possible exit. "Should we try through here...?"

[grivences]

"Are you okay...?" It might be a loaded question, given what they're all being forced to go through, but she still feels like it's worth asking all the same.

Jim was about the same height as Robin, when they first met. But now that she's started changing, she's shrunk about half a foot. So, she has no hope of peering over the top of the cubicles like he can. "Sure. It's as good a plan as any, I guess."

[crazyequalsgenius]

"Yeah, surprisingly." He made a face, as though he wasn't sure how to feel about that. "It just felt like ... a joy buzzer kind of thing, or that feeling you get before you shudder. Only stronger."

He makes his way through the cubicles, checking a few here and there to see if there's anything helpful or useful (there isn't).

"Okay, so - I don't know how to bring this up casually, but: is it just me or have you gotten ... smaller?"

[grivences]

Robin follows suit, peering into the cubicles they pass to see if any of them holds a clue or a key to their escape. But she can't help but roll her eyes at his question.

"Yeah... Whatever kind of monster I'm turning into this time, it's blue, spiky, and short."