The worst thing is she can't see anything. She can hear it, heavy and rough. She can smell it, something like an odd cross between an over-used gym and a the sweet-dank smell of cow. But she has no idea what's going on up there.
"I thought we were supposed to be quiet." She hisses back, worried.
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"I thought we were supposed to be quiet." She hisses back, worried.