"Yeah.  And when the ship rolls, it likes knocking you into those steam pipes.  So maybe one person for each corridor direction, sitting down.  Tops."

Brief pause of bemusement.  "Copy that.  We'll make a determination, over."

“Alright, let's see how many of those little shits are down here."  Tim absentmindedly scratches his face, where a few minutes ago something else scratched it.  Arm?  He's basically going to try in constant contact with Kuroko, unless they have to split up.

Yeah. That's a good idea. She's a little rattled and moderately backlashed at this point.

"Hopefully your gun will take them out in one hit."

"Probably.  I could have killed it in hand-to-hand, but.  I don't like keeping my power running, it can be pretty rough with natural tiredness."  Is anybody lurking in this corridor?

Nobody here but you.  Unless - did something just turn the corner ahead?

Well they are headed that way anyway so they will get to investigate. After carefully maneuvering through this hallway.

"Not a great combination no. I took a chunk of backlash shooting the thing but it's nothing I can't handle. Still I'd really rater avoid needing to do it again."

"You can drop your power in a fight, if you're comfortable.  Uh.  Is there anything I need to do to make you - uh, less miserable while backlashed?"  Looks like the thing 'rounding the corner' was a loose extension wire swinging back and forth.  Ugh.

"I could drop it, but that's risky. I can pretty much manage it as long as you keep talking and hold my hand. It doesn't feel like enough, but that's just how it is. It's enough to keep me grounded in reality and that's the most important part."

"Oh, I mean - if you drop your power, I can hit you with mine, and then you're safe from a lot of stuff.  It's up to you, just ask if you need to drop yours, okay?"  They'll keep exploring, and painting...

Until they actually see one of the ghouls.  It's empirically smart enough to close doors behind it, and also it's pretty gross.  It looks like a humanoid with three fingers, and flesh that's halfway between a corpse and a white, half-melted wax candle in appearance.

"I'm used to trusting my power. I'm not used to trusting yours. Uh, no offense."

She makes a face at the monster "Ick. Well now is your chance."

"None taken.  This is going to be really loud, I'll buff you for a sec so you don't go deaf.  Hold still."

BANG.

It's extremely, massively dead.  It no longer has a head.  Or a neck.

"Yeah, wow. I have ear protection but it's rated for my gun not that one."

"Yeah, this thing's pretty good.  Uh, don't ever try shooting it.  It'll break your wrists if you try.  I only get to use it because I've got a bullshit power, I bump it up pretty high while pulling the trigger."  He sounds a little melancholy while talking about it.

Is that a clattering noise coming from the room the ghoul just left?

"Wasn't planning on trying it. I'll leave the shooting to you in this one."

She sighs at the noise, "This fucking place." They can go investigate. They're exploring the place anyway.

Well.  There is a victim in here.  He’s aiming a flaregun at you!

"Sir, please calm down and put that down. We're here to help.  I'm Kuroko and this is Aumento."

Tim can probably tell she's a little tense about the flare gun from the way she tenses up physically but she's pretty good at keeping her voice calm and level.

Well, he doesn't shoot them, anyway.  "O-okay.  Yeah.  I thought I was a goner.  You killed it, right?"  He doesn't put it on the ground, but he does point the flaregun down.

"Yeah, it's super dead. If you'll just follow us we'll get you out of here. What's your name?"

"Uh.  Rick.  Rick Swans.  I'm glad you got that fucker, I swear I hit it right in the face with a flare and it just came back forty minutes later.  It's like a maze in here."

"Yeah, it really is. We're mapping it out as best we can."

"How long have you been in here?"  Tim begins the process of gently encouraging the civvy to link up with Meghan, so he can take point and get the fuck out of this maze of twisty passageways, all alike.  Except for the spraypaint.