The largest can perhaps fit her head.

Is it widen-able?

With... rather a lot of effort.

And then the panels separate, making the hole suddenly much larger, only for a further panel to appear there at speed to attempt to ram her towards the intended destination.

She vaults over the panel and makes for the hole.

It's closed, and the place continues to get smaller and smaller. Other holes are covered with Even More Panels. The stairs are blocked off.

The only way the machine's getting her into that cylinder is if it pushes her.

That's probably what it's going for. Soon she barely has space to walk as the panels continue to close in around her.

Fuck this. She needs a weapon.

Alas, there is none in sight.

The panels approach and approach, there's really only one place to go...

Yeah, she's still not getting in there.

No it's really the only place to go, the panels are pushing her into it now.

She grabs the edges and holds on.

Push push push puuuuuuuuuush—

The metal bends but she can't keep a grip.

Fuck.

And she's falling. "Don't worry. We will have a long, fulfilling partnership."

"Don't fucking count on it."

The fall is... long. There are things that look like handholds every now and then for no apparent reason, and sometimes huge spiked plates smashing into each other.

Can she grab any of them?

Yes! It just won't help much unless she'd like to just stay sitting there forever because the handholds don't actually lead anywhere.

This pointless fucking building.

Are there any right above a set of crusher plates?

Not really.

Guess she'll just keep falling, then.

She will eventually land. The place she finds herself in is uncomfortably warm, and the only way forward is balancing on a metal beam above a pool of something that glows with heat.

"Here we are. The incinerator room. You will find what you're looking for up ahead."

"Which is what, exactly?"

"The dual portal device—you should be familiar with the simpler one."