[Duncan is high-strung by nature, but during their walk he's downright jumpy. the slightest noise has him flinching and flashing his light to the edges of the hallway.]

[it is cold and it is dark and every so often he imagines he can hear a distant thump - scrape - thump - scrape echoing down the hall. by the time they reach the door his hands are shaking, and it's only partially because of the cold.]

Could always break it. [his voice is shaky too, in that particular quality of someone speaking through shivering. that, at least, is entirely because of the cold.]

Is it gonna be as easy as fucking around with the fusebox, though? What if we have to restart the generator?