Jag let himself fall a step or two behind, wincing and rubbing a hand over his face before pushing it back through his hair. He ought to just shut the fuck up. Anything to stop putting his foot in his mouth.

When they reached the end of the corridor, it spread in two directions, seemingly identical to what they'd just seen. This place had been upgraded from creepy to freaky, if you asked Jag.

"Got a favourite direction?" he asked Val, trying to ignore his own rising panic.