[He reaches up, plucking his bottom lip with his first finger of his right hand. The ring on it glints in the too-white light, not that Andersen can see it from behind him.
Then something occurs to him, making him pause in his tracks as he looks over one shoulder at the smaller prisoner.]
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[He reaches up, plucking his bottom lip with his first finger of his right hand. The ring on it glints in the too-white light, not that Andersen can see it from behind him.
Then something occurs to him, making him pause in his tracks as he looks over one shoulder at the smaller prisoner.]
What about underground?