[from here] And this... was different. The space was cramped, especially with more than one person. Senna pressed against the wall for space, the brief calm felt starting to drain away again. The offices had been claustrophobia-causing? The offices had been fucking airy, compared to this. This was.
Too much like a tomb. Like something. Closed in like this, all she could think about. Was that place. And being hooked into that thing. And just. In the back corner, as she was the first in, she wondered weakly, "Let's keep going, okay?"