Already done. You’d left a note to UU in the monitor station, letting her know you’d gone ahead to look around some more. Down below to be specific. By now you’re almost to the bottom, but this cracked door’s got your attention. It’s bent just enough to slip your arm through- or, if you’re lucky, wedge yourself in best you can and try to open the door like that… Nah, you’ll pull it open.

==> WWhat are you doin I can’t see you dowwn there! Don’t go through that door! I forbid you! Do. Not. Do. It! I need you up here to-

Huh. You could have sworn you heard Aequora just now… It must be your imagination. You’ve yanked the door open to reveal a rather long fall. Not into the unknown, thankfully, but into some murky water filled with rusted spheres. Honestly, you don’t want to go anywhere near it- and what seadweller would want to have such filth in their gills? But the only other way is endless stairs, and you’re sick of those. Such a dilemma… Well, you’ll think for a second. There was a lift there- another door… Some of the spheres weren’t /totally/ submerged, and that platform looked-

==> Fall

You literally had LESS than a second to think before you were hurtling through the air, be it pushed or you were simply just that unlucky- and you’re leaning towards that latter as you smack into the water. With a groan you let yourself sink, taking a minute to recover before dragging yourself to the surface. You had been right about the filth, it’s stinging your gills and making it hard to breathe. The sooner you’re on solid ground- or in this case, half sunken catwalks- the better.