[ When he leaves she pulls the binder back to her chest and surfaces. She can't tread the water any longer. The ceiling is still out of reach but she's hoping that was enough time for her mystery savior to study the symbols... if this was even the right one.
Not one to normally trust or rely on anyone else she can't stay still. She flips the binder back open and studies the symbols again, trying to commit them to memory or gleam any additional clues. She wished there was a better way to communicate with him. The Alimbic were telepathic but she's nothing of the sort and she doubts he is either.
Truly, Samus Aran wished violence could be the answer here and she swims towards one of the doors. She dives to tug and pull on the handle, mostly amounting to her taking her frustrations out on it. Nothing gives. She turns around and sees heads bobbing in the water and, yes, finally; violence is the answer as he tries to punch one but all it seems to amount to is a splash of water. ]
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Not one to normally trust or rely on anyone else she can't stay still. She flips the binder back open and studies the symbols again, trying to commit them to memory or gleam any additional clues. She wished there was a better way to communicate with him. The Alimbic were telepathic but she's nothing of the sort and she doubts he is either.
Truly, Samus Aran wished violence could be the answer here and she swims towards one of the doors. She dives to tug and pull on the handle, mostly amounting to her taking her frustrations out on it. Nothing gives. She turns around and sees heads bobbing in the water and, yes, finally; violence is the answer as he tries to punch one but all it seems to amount to is a splash of water. ]