[After a pause of consideration he accepts the light, though he doesn't immediately turn it on, instead allowing his eyes to adjust to the darkness as much as they can. His eyes fall on the fog and he eyes it critically. It is of course, just fog, but it occurs to him how easy it would be for someone like Crane to slip his fear toxin into the machine, and of course a haunted house would be right up his alley. Frowning, Damian takes a step closer to Maps to make sure she's in immediate reachable distance not that he's paranoid or anything.
They come to a corridor that gives them the option of turning right or left and he turns to his companion.]
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They come to a corridor that gives them the option of turning right or left and he turns to his companion.]
Your call, Mizoguchi.