[ Misha says little while Naoya cons them into a safer place to perform their little rescue operation. She gives him a nod, then hefts herself inside as before, ducking as necessary to stay mobile in the space. ALFRED's visor lowers over her eyes, beginning to scan and accentuate any points of low light in the area. It's grainy as hell and not preferred, but any bit helps in a situation like this. ]
Damn, kid. You could fit three circuses of clowns in here!
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Damn, kid. You could fit three circuses of clowns in here!