She frowns thoughtfully as she studies the new setup, noting the lack of verbal instruction. Interesting. Ominous. Increasingly so.
She hefts the device, strolling around the space with forced nonchalance, taking in what she can see. The exit is not visible at all, she presumes the little toxic moat will be instrumental in reaching that.
"These seem to be increasing in not just difficulty but lethality," she says, eyeing the toxic river. She fires a few portals to redirect the laser, and the platform starts to move, slow and patient. She steps onto it.
"No comment?" she says, rolling her eyes up. She spots another camera tracking her but doesn't knock it down this time. "You know, I get the feeling you're not just some automated system. There's more to it, isn't there. There always is."
She's not entirely sure what she means by that. Just slips out, like her earlier name-drop.
She's coming up on a small obstacle. A white wall sitting immovable, ready to knock her off as the platform rolls on underneath. She fires a portal into it and to the side, just beyond, and the continued movement forces her to step through, balancing precariously within folded space, a distinctly uncomfortable sensation - before the platform arrives again and she steps back down.
"So where are we going?" she asks blithely. "What's around the-"
She hesitates as the platform starts to steer around the corner. Does she smell smoke?
"Did you leave something in the oven?" she asks, working carefully to keep the little note of tension out of her voice.
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She hefts the device, strolling around the space with forced nonchalance, taking in what she can see. The exit is not visible at all, she presumes the little toxic moat will be instrumental in reaching that.
"These seem to be increasing in not just difficulty but lethality," she says, eyeing the toxic river. She fires a few portals to redirect the laser, and the platform starts to move, slow and patient. She steps onto it.
"No comment?" she says, rolling her eyes up. She spots another camera tracking her but doesn't knock it down this time. "You know, I get the feeling you're not just some automated system. There's more to it, isn't there. There always is."
She's not entirely sure what she means by that. Just slips out, like her earlier name-drop.
She's coming up on a small obstacle. A white wall sitting immovable, ready to knock her off as the platform rolls on underneath. She fires a portal into it and to the side, just beyond, and the continued movement forces her to step through, balancing precariously within folded space, a distinctly uncomfortable sensation - before the platform arrives again and she steps back down.
"So where are we going?" she asks blithely. "What's around the-"
She hesitates as the platform starts to steer around the corner. Does she smell smoke?
"Did you leave something in the oven?" she asks, working carefully to keep the little note of tension out of her voice.