[While she's reaching for one of the supplies on the floor, he's bending in another direction and his hand's stretching out pretty far to drag what looks like an otoscope closer to himself. Easy to grip and easy to throw. He's silent by now, hyperaware of those footsteps coming closer and closer.
But he's also starting to move back behind the cabinets, searching for another path while barely whispering.]
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But he's also starting to move back behind the cabinets, searching for another path while barely whispering.]
How well can you climb?