Neil moved through a narrow service corridor, through the outer edge of what appeared to be a disused administrative wing, and down a short drop into a lower passage where the stone walls were older and the air carried the specific quality of somewhere that did not get much use.
Cynthia was waiting in a small empty room off the main passage, standing near the far wall with her arms folded, her expression the particular kind of calm that meant she had been thinking carefully and had arrived somewhere useful.
She looked up when he came through the wall and her expression shifted into something slightly warmer.
"You took longer than I expected." She said quietly.
"I didn't want to look like I was leaving in a hurry." Neil replied, letting Escape drop now that they were alone.
"Fair enough." She said, then turned and gestured at the wall behind her. "Come and look at this."
