[Or at least she doesn't seem to think there are any. The general atmosphere is kind of starting to claw at her brain but making sound seems to keep her sane. When she's not spouting nonsense Wriggle jogs a little on the spot, listening to her footsteps]
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How are we outside? There aren't any doors!
[Or at least she doesn't seem to think there are any. The general atmosphere is kind of starting to claw at her brain but making sound seems to keep her sane. When she's not spouting nonsense Wriggle jogs a little on the spot, listening to her footsteps]