[Probably, he means, but an economy of syllables feels wise, even if it isn't entirely necessary. Is it like a submarine, like in a movie, where one cough could kill them all? Probably not, or people wouldn't be moving around the hallway. Maybe there's some auxiliary glow out there, but it's dark as hell in here—he'd better mind his feet so he doesn't go tripping over another, less important, power cord.
He turns his head toward where he thinks Benji is, aware of the minute muscular confusion as his eyes try to focus on anything, find nothing.]
no subject
[Probably, he means, but an economy of syllables feels wise, even if it isn't entirely necessary. Is it like a submarine, like in a movie, where one cough could kill them all? Probably not, or people wouldn't be moving around the hallway. Maybe there's some auxiliary glow out there, but it's dark as hell in here—he'd better mind his feet so he doesn't go tripping over another, less important, power cord.
He turns his head toward where he thinks Benji is, aware of the minute muscular confusion as his eyes try to focus on anything, find nothing.]
Let's go.