A wall, the floor. [ Very dryly said. Storing away that "I don't - the journal talking for me" bit. Then silence as he figures out what his other senses tell him. Focus on everything but the fact he can't see. ]
... Food. Something strange - bitter? I.. have not smelled the like. [ He doesn't realize it, but he's talking about the pool (assuming its near the lobby somewhat.I have no idea even ]
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... Food. Something strange - bitter? I.. have not smelled the like. [ He doesn't realize it, but he's talking about the pool (assuming its near the lobby somewhat.
I have no idea even]