[ Cillian would also quite like some bread, if for a different reason entirely. He's not sure how long he'd been wandering the corridors but he's hungry. When he'd left the lifts, it was only in hopes of finding some tools to help him fix them, but now he can't even find his way back to the lifts themselves. ]
[ Eventually he takes a nap, a ball of black hoodie tucked into a corner with his knees drawn up to his chest and his arms wrapped around his aching legs. It's more a doze than anything else, because he's too nervous about what else might be in this corridor with him, but he's not as fit as he could be and he needs to rest. ]
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[ Eventually he takes a nap, a ball of black hoodie tucked into a corner with his knees drawn up to his chest and his arms wrapped around his aching legs. It's more a doze than anything else, because he's too nervous about what else might be in this corridor with him, but he's not as fit as he could be and he needs to rest. ]