There is a muffled song coming from somewhere. It's not a song she's familiar with. In fact, the whole place is nothing like anything she's familiar with. She seems to be in some metal-and-glass pod, for starters, which is itself inside a rather peculiar...
...room.
There are no doors.
"That sounded like a yes. 'Scuse me."
She picks up the whatever-it-is with her helpfully telekinetic portal widget and carefully turns it around so it faces the wall behind her, then sets it down again and hops out into the room to contemplate how she's going to reach that elevated catwalk.
...and so is the floor, and the doorish thing is up on an angle facing the catwalk in an extremely flingable-looking way...
Yep, she can do this. She gets line of sight on the angled door-surface, puts a blue portal on it, puts an orange portal on the floor, hops carefully through and balances on the edge for a moment, puts another orange portal on the floor in a more optimal location for this purpose, and jumps down into it.
Fling!
Wheee~
The catwalk she lands on turns right and there's a door there leading to a corridor. "This is your fault. It didn't have to be like this."
Directly ahead there is a locked door, and to her left there is an Emancipator and another door.
There is a large window to an empty room and a button pedestal there.
"I'm not kidding now. Turn back or I will kill you."
"I'm just following the signage! Granted the signage is scrawled on the walls in blood, but maybe they ran out of paint."
"You are without a doubt the sketchiest disembodied voice I have ever met. And you might not be the worst liar but you're in the running."
"Seeing signage where there is none is a sign of severe brain damage. You should head back for a checkup."
"My brain is fine. I would happily ask you for directions to the exit if I thought there was the slightest chance that following your directions would get me out of here, but since that's obviously not the case, I guess I'll just have to keep wandering around and stumbling into forbidden areas."
A little thing that looks like an eye emerges from the floor in the room in front of her and starts looking around, a green laser pointing at where it's looking.
Well that's creepy. She bets she does not want to be in front of that. How about she goes and investigates that locked door.
Why does this place lock its broom closets and not its super secret robot eyeball rooms??????????
Fine, back to the super secret robot eyeball room. Hello, super secret robot eyeball, how are you today.
The super secret robot eyeball looks at her and freezes in place, making a noise. The green laser shooting out of its eye becomes yellow, and her groundsense can detect—a rather enormous version of the metal things inside the spider-rabbits—
She was right! She doesn't want to be in front of that! How about not being in front of that, that sounds like a good plan!
The thing shoots the huge rocket in her direction—or the direction she was when it locked onto her—which causes the glass window to shatter in a million pieces.
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