[It's a rush, following the Hulk through the dark and trying to map their progress against an incomplete mental map. Time faces quickly and slowly. This piece of his life isn't hers except when circumstance dictates, but she doesn't feel lost or superfluous so much as... angry. Every scrap of fear is an adrenaline kick. She can't help looking left and right at the undefined shapes looming on either side, but he's moves forward with such purpose that there can't be anything there.
The open space narrows like a corridor that she can picture even less, but she has barely said anything before they reach without incident an expanse of wall that vibrates strongly enough that even she can feel-here the frequency as a grind of delicate ear bones.
By her estimation, they're barely beneath a corner of the auditorium, if they are still beneath at all. Maybe under the backwings of the stage, she reports out loud, more to interrupt the buzzing with her own voice than any other purpose. When she feels along the wall for a doorway, she finds nothing,] but there's definitely still space there.
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The open space narrows like a corridor that she can picture even less, but she has barely said anything before they reach without incident an expanse of wall that vibrates strongly enough that even she can feel-here the frequency as a grind of delicate ear bones.
By her estimation, they're barely beneath a corner of the auditorium, if they are still beneath at all. Maybe under the backwings of the stage, she reports out loud, more to interrupt the buzzing with her own voice than any other purpose. When she feels along the wall for a doorway, she finds nothing,] but there's definitely still space there.