[Ecks hasn't got up from where she's crouched in the doorway, a nagging remembrance from her old training making her slow to act in the face of something that seems easier than she knows it will be. Her face is turned downward and her hand goes out to tentatively reach for something barely seen, carefully, gently feeling in the air --]
There is a trip wire here.
[Does it connect to a trap? Is it, itself, the trap? Are there more? She grips her shovel and stands to carefully step over the line, the first footsteps ginger like she expects to set something off.]
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[Ecks hasn't got up from where she's crouched in the doorway, a nagging remembrance from her old training making her slow to act in the face of something that seems easier than she knows it will be. Her face is turned downward and her hand goes out to tentatively reach for something barely seen, carefully, gently feeling in the air --]
There is a trip wire here.
[Does it connect to a trap? Is it, itself, the trap? Are there more? She grips her shovel and stands to carefully step over the line, the first footsteps ginger like she expects to set something off.]