[More to remind or reassure him (although it isn't really reassuring); she'll do what he wants, or at least plans to. She always plans to.
There's a fire door at the bottom of the stair well, about where you would expect it to be, and it opens out into an alcove across from the service elevator. The noise is unavoidable now but there's nothing overlaid - no voices, no rustling. There must be other people at this conference but a lot of the staff will have gone home, small mercies, or will be suffering the effects of the blackout in the attached hotel-like space.
The building is partially embedded in the schist rock of the mountain the center is built on, so that the nominal first floor is one part entrance hall and open to the air and one part underground storage space. It's this space the stairs open up to, and it's not quite as dark as it ought to be; there's a paler version of the yellow glow leaking from the open area that would correspond with the assembly hall above, emitting from hastily insulated tubes and piping that disappear around multiple corners. By its light, they should be able to make out the silhouettes of miscellaneous items stacked and on shelves, and the disorganized dimensions of the room itself, like a simple labyrinth. There won't appear to be any people.
But there also isn't anything immediately on hand that shouts Evil Generator, either. That would have been way too easy.]
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[More to remind or reassure him (although it isn't really reassuring); she'll do what he wants, or at least plans to. She always plans to.
There's a fire door at the bottom of the stair well, about where you would expect it to be, and it opens out into an alcove across from the service elevator. The noise is unavoidable now but there's nothing overlaid - no voices, no rustling. There must be other people at this conference but a lot of the staff will have gone home, small mercies, or will be suffering the effects of the blackout in the attached hotel-like space.
The building is partially embedded in the schist rock of the mountain the center is built on, so that the nominal first floor is one part entrance hall and open to the air and one part underground storage space. It's this space the stairs open up to, and it's not quite as dark as it ought to be; there's a paler version of the yellow glow leaking from the open area that would correspond with the assembly hall above, emitting from hastily insulated tubes and piping that disappear around multiple corners. By its light, they should be able to make out the silhouettes of miscellaneous items stacked and on shelves, and the disorganized dimensions of the room itself, like a simple labyrinth. There won't appear to be any people.
But there also isn't anything immediately on hand that shouts Evil Generator, either. That would have been way too easy.]