[ There are flashlights in there? Thank God. Maya slings her own pack off of her shoulder and fishes the flashlight out after some rummaging. She flicks it on, keeping it pointed upward as she douses her own light.
At his question, she merely arches her eyebrows and says flatly, ] Looks like we crashed.
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At his question, she merely arches her eyebrows and says flatly, ] Looks like we crashed.