Yelena brushes the grit away, listening with half an ear to the others as she does so. At least there's no more talk of shooting the walls.
After a moment, she sucks in a sharp breath, and straightens, coming out from under the table so that it stands between her and the others.
"I think I know how to open the door to this room," she says. It's steady, but there's a tightness around her eyes that makes it clear that she's no less affected by the horrors of this house than anyone else.
By the horrors of this room.
By the quick calculation she's made, and the certainty that there's only one solution to this trap.
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After a moment, she sucks in a sharp breath, and straightens, coming out from under the table so that it stands between her and the others.
"I think I know how to open the door to this room," she says. It's steady, but there's a tightness around her eyes that makes it clear that she's no less affected by the horrors of this house than anyone else.
By the horrors of this room.
By the quick calculation she's made, and the certainty that there's only one solution to this trap.