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[Noivian]

"This isn't working!" Nova gasps out between raspy inhales. "What if we went in reverse?" she asks, on the fly. "If moving forwards doesn't work, moving backwards might be the key?" She glances over her shoulder. "But I don't really want to go backwards into that," she says with finality, referring to the claw they had narrowly eluded.

 

[Two Fives]

“Going back is suicide,” considers the woman. Looking around briefly, the Time Lady finds a hatch nearby on the floor. She uses her ring, whereupon the hatch flies open with a grating shriek. "Go back and they'll tear us apart like a lion with an antelope. They're predators,” With no time to waste, The Rover leaps down, expecting her companion to follow suit.

 

[Noivian]

Nova follows suit, hopping down into the open hatch. "You have a plan, I take it?" she asks, "Though I suppose if you told me what your plan was, the walls would overhear..."

 

[Two Fives]

They land in a large open space. When The Rover activates her ring, a light illuminates the dark. There are multiple doors around them, all with cast-metal wheels for handles, and in the centre of the room is a console. “They're low-intelligence lifeforms. It wouldn't matter. They won't even find us down here,” Ro concludes. She reaches into her pockets to procure two pairs of gloves, one for herself, one for her companion.

“Skin contact with the metal,” starts the alien woman in a low tone of voice, “The warmth of skin is how they find you. I don't have a plan. These gloves, though, should give us some time to make one. We've got to get back to the TARDIS somehow.”