“Eh, like eighteen-nineteen percent? Somewhere around there? Honestly, I make most of this crap up as I go.”
“Oh! Oh great! Wonderful and here we are in a fine predicament with … what? Nineteen percent of a plan to get us out of it?” She sighs and her pacing becomes more urgent.
“And the day started out so well. But I knew, I knew the moment I saw that cave mouth. I should have stayed outside. Out in the fresh air. But you and your damn smooth words. Now here I am, trapped in a hole in the ground. AGAIN!”
Her agitated gait stops. She moves to a wall and slides down into a crouch. She tries to breathe deep but there is a hitch as the air enters her lungs.
“Are the walls closing in? No, they can’t be. The shaking stopped, right? No no. Don’t close your eyes. It’ll only make it worse.” She mutters into her knees.