[She's pretty sure they don't have a pit like this there, though of course you never know.
She traces one hand on the earth beside her, feeling for some sort of lock or an outline of something. She's not too worried yet; in the past day she's found her way through plenty of locked doors just by looking hard enough and applying a little elbow grease. And sometimes blood.]
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[She's pretty sure they don't have a pit like this there, though of course you never know.
She traces one hand on the earth beside her, feeling for some sort of lock or an outline of something. She's not too worried yet; in the past day she's found her way through plenty of locked doors just by looking hard enough and applying a little elbow grease. And sometimes blood.]
Can you see a way out? There's no door over here.