[She's already in the process of searching when he reaches out again, panic compartmentalized and contained even as the water rises, sharply opening and rummaging through drawer after drawer before slamming them shut again, moving systematically through the room as though she had done this countless times before. In a manner of speaking, she has, and while the rising water is a new component, she's used to having to find what she needs in a short period of time, helping to keep the urgency of the situation from making her sloppy— but all that experience isn't quite enough to keep anxiety at bay in its entirety, and as she moves to a filing cabinet and yanks the top drawer open, she's almost certain she sees a face in the half-light beneath the water, enough to give her a moment's pause.
It almost looked like—]
There's something more to this than just the security system.
[Her voice is sharp, even in her own head, and she forces herself to focus on rifling through the drawer in front of her.]
I'm still searching, but there's something in the water.
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It almost looked like—]
There's something more to this than just the security system.
[Her voice is sharp, even in her own head, and she forces herself to focus on rifling through the drawer in front of her.]
I'm still searching, but there's something in the water.