One of the wall panels opens up to reveal another metal catwalk that leads to stairs.

Up the stairs.

There are many stairs.

Of course there are.

So many. Like. A lot of them. An extremely unreasonable amount of stairs. It is very many stairs.

Yeah, but on the other hand, fuck that elevator.

So many stairs. It's been an hour and there are still stairs.

Not like she gets tired.

Five hours.

AGH THIS IS SO BORING

As if reading her thoughts, the voice says, "Are you still certain you do not prefer to take the elevator?"

"Yep."

"Have fun. You're still not even halfway up."

Climbing. So much climbing.

So much of it!

...it takes another eight hours for her to see some light.

Light like a door and she's done climbing?

Light like perhaps it could maybe be a door a loooooong way up.

Less long than the interminable period up til now. Up up up up up.

A door!

Through the door.

There is a long corridor after it, then another door...

...then a corridor she might recognize from earlier. Except it's clean and neat and redecorated and remodeled and not falling apart at all.

Okay then, let's go see the asshole machine.

There she is.

"Did you have fun down there?"

"Oh yeah."