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[[Guards search for Trudy and Nick while they hide in a box, Nick lying on top of Trudy. Nick covers Trudy's mouth and puts his finger to his lips.]]

Guard: No sign of them here, sir.
Commander: Keep moving. They're in here somewhere.

Trudy: We've got to keep moving. They'll be back.
Nick: No, we should lay low for a bit. Let things cool down.

Trudy: Well, you don't have to enjoy this situation quite so much...
Nick: What? Grah, that's an autonomic neural response to stimuli!