"There's a good chance I wouldn't be able to find my way back, yes," Mikumo remarks. She imagines the other man would find it just about impossible to track her down when he isn't used to having lost his sight, so she feels she doesn't even need to point that out.
They pass through the door, and it leads out to one side of the casino, where there shouldn't even be a doorway normally. There's nothing to turn back to, so Mikumo proceeds to the next door, which spits them out near the end of a corridor that looks somewhat familiar.
Mikumo turns around so they're not facing the hall side, and realises why it looks familiar. "Ah. We might have something, give me a few more seconds."
She's usually more pragmatic about this sort of thing, but honestly, the sensory loss has been jarring enough for her that she doesn't mind taking the extra moment or two to clarify that they're making progress. Her steps down the hall are faster and more determined, like she wants to catch something before it goes away.
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They pass through the door, and it leads out to one side of the casino, where there shouldn't even be a doorway normally. There's nothing to turn back to, so Mikumo proceeds to the next door, which spits them out near the end of a corridor that looks somewhat familiar.
Mikumo turns around so they're not facing the hall side, and realises why it looks familiar. "Ah. We might have something, give me a few more seconds."
She's usually more pragmatic about this sort of thing, but honestly, the sensory loss has been jarring enough for her that she doesn't mind taking the extra moment or two to clarify that they're making progress. Her steps down the hall are faster and more determined, like she wants to catch something before it goes away.