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[[Trudy has emerged from the shaft into a small encampment. There is an alcove in the back with a blanket, a small fire burning under a can of *something*, and a few small cans and boxes against one wall. Esther is just starting to exit the shaft herself.]]
Esther: If you're done gawking, this tunnel is about to get rather hot and uncomfortable...

[[Esther stirs whatever is in the can over the fire]]
Trudy: Y-you... You've been living here?
Esther: If you can call it "living..."

Trudy: How long...?
Esther: [bitterly] Long enough to fantasize about bashing a bearded, bespectacled face to a bloody pulp...