[She hears the metallic clink of a tin can bouncing across a floor, and then something more like paper. After all the time she's spent walking through these hallways, trying to find some end to them, she's relieved to hear the sound of someone else alive in them.
The only problem now is whether they're friend or foe.]
Who's there? Pardon.
[Ruth stands a few feet away, a figure with long, dark hair and a blindfold tied around her face, holding a makeshift cane. Her words are English, a mostly general accent, though the last bit is a muttered extra bit.]
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The only problem now is whether they're friend or foe.]
Who's there? Pardon.
[Ruth stands a few feet away, a figure with long, dark hair and a blindfold tied around her face, holding a makeshift cane. Her words are English, a mostly general accent, though the last bit is a muttered extra bit.]