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Generally speaking, fear was an emotion unfamiliar to Soma. Frustration, certainly, and anger, and on occasion a certain amount of caution, but she had never let any of that stop her from plunging straight into battle. Nevertheless, there was something about the pitch-black mine entrance, its threshold partially collapsed and nearly hidden by warning signs, that gave her pause as she approached. It probably had something to do with the fact that she was poorly armed and not currently in possession of a top of the line mobile suit.
But her hesitation lasted only a moment before she stepped forward, grim determination written on her face, and began to pull the warning signs off the entrance. The rotting timbers gave way with relative ease, and, with a quick glance of confirmation at Kratos, she leveled her flashlight at the entrance and headed into the dark.