"No good," he confirms, shaking his head. "Need something else..." For lack of anything better to do, he starts pacing back toward the previous most likely duct, ruled out because Asterion's sharper night vision spotted that the passage above the grille was too flat to admit even so pre-squashed a human as Miles.
Something catches his eye on one of the larger, fancier support columns. He changes direction and heads toward it to inspect the groove in the near side.
"Does this look like a panel that comes off to you?" he mutters, half to himself. "It does to me..." He knocks on the side of the column and gets back a hollow echo. "Right..." A minute's careful prodding reveals a pair of recessed buttons on either side of the mysterious outline, which when he presses them simultaneously cause the outlined panel to pop off in his hands, nearly overbalancing him and a moment later nearly tumbling from his grip into the column's unlit depths.
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Date: 2014-08-30 04:56 am (UTC)Something catches his eye on one of the larger, fancier support columns. He changes direction and heads toward it to inspect the groove in the near side.
"Does this look like a panel that comes off to you?" he mutters, half to himself. "It does to me..." He knocks on the side of the column and gets back a hollow echo. "Right..." A minute's careful prodding reveals a pair of recessed buttons on either side of the mysterious outline, which when he presses them simultaneously cause the outlined panel to pop off in his hands, nearly overbalancing him and a moment later nearly tumbling from his grip into the column's unlit depths.