[Beatrix is still scouting, trying to seek out what she can in the dim light that provides little more than a healthy wariness and ever infinite questions from a most sceptical general. Tifa joins her and she feels marginally more at ease. Not because she couldn't handle things on her own. She could. It's more or less just the presence of another person.
Misery loves company? Hasn't she thought that before? She feels like she keeps revisiting that, honestly.
When Tifa speaks up, Beatrix turns her attention from examining the details of the fireplace and she gradually brings her gaze onto the... door in question. Is that a door? Easy to gloss over in the first place, but...]
It appears to be. Could be a trap.
[Most of the things in this damned place have been a trap, after all.]
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Misery loves company? Hasn't she thought that before? She feels like she keeps revisiting that, honestly.
When Tifa speaks up, Beatrix turns her attention from examining the details of the fireplace and she gradually brings her gaze onto the... door in question. Is that a door? Easy to gloss over in the first place, but...]
It appears to be. Could be a trap.
[Most of the things in this damned place have been a trap, after all.]