[The tunnels are narrow even for someone Shepard's height; beside her, Jay is nearly bent double. Maintenance lights hang down from the ceiling, easy to knock into if you're not paying attention, and old metal pipes line the walls. The floor is coated in a thick layer of dust, billowing up in clouds with every step.]
[Jay fidgets with his flashlight for a moment before turning it on. It flickers for a moment, but stays lit. He nearly speaks, nearly warns her they can't stay long, but he cuts himself off, instead pointing to the ceiling of the tunnel.]
[If Shepard listens closely, she can hear footsteps above them.]
[A few steps, a pause. The creak of a door. A few more steps, and a very familiar voice:]
["Come on out, Jay. I know you can hear me." Muffled by layers of concrete and dirt, Alex's usual drawl is held even. Controlled. There's a faint hint of annoyance, but beyond that, nothing. "I told you not to get anyone else involved."]
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[Jay fidgets with his flashlight for a moment before turning it on. It flickers for a moment, but stays lit. He nearly speaks, nearly warns her they can't stay long, but he cuts himself off, instead pointing to the ceiling of the tunnel.]
[If Shepard listens closely, she can hear footsteps above them.]
[A few steps, a pause. The creak of a door. A few more steps, and a very familiar voice:]
["Come on out, Jay. I know you can hear me." Muffled by layers of concrete and dirt, Alex's usual drawl is held even. Controlled. There's a faint hint of annoyance, but beyond that, nothing. "I told you not to get anyone else involved."]