[Okay. Cookie, muffin. Clara categorizes and strategizes in her head, aimless and absent. None of this feels quite right, and she grasps for the motions to go through.]
Yeah. Yeah, we do.
[She backtracks to the door, and tries the knob - locked. And no keyhole to pick. Dammit. She allows herself a second to close her eyes, to think panicked, desperate thoughts, but then- ]
Alright, there's got to be a way out, and we're going to find it.
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Yeah. Yeah, we do.
[She backtracks to the door, and tries the knob - locked. And no keyhole to pick. Dammit. She allows herself a second to close her eyes, to think panicked, desperate thoughts, but then- ]
Alright, there's got to be a way out, and we're going to find it.