"I've sunk," replies Andrew, suspicions growing as he hears that mechanical voice yet again. It's almost ceasing to surprise him. "Daine, I can't seem to move --"

The light of his eye falls on something shadowy moving on the wall. Whatever it is, it's big, and it's got quite a few legs. Thoughts of the Racnoss leap to his mind, though the spider-being is the wrong color for that.

"Daine," he breathes to his unseen friend, eye trained on the creature. "I need you to be very, very still. There's something in here with us."