The young woman looks to be a teenager, maybe 16 or 17 years old, though tall and athletic, with dark skin and frizzy hair cut short. She is wearing coveralls and a toolbelt.

Her companion is the more shocking of the pair. At first I think he might be wearing some kind of armor or costume. He stands taller than the corridor ceiling, having to hunch down. Over his body he has plates of what look like broken concrete and pavement. Like a pile of construction garbage had been glued together in the shape of a person. This is the one holding the torch, and as it (he?) holds out the torch to illuminate me, I can see more of his face. Deep within the cracks and slabs that make up his facial features I see the shine of dark eyes. As he shifts uncomfortably under my scrutiny, the face somehow manages to smile.

2- I’d better introduce myself more politely now that we’re face to…well…

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