The rock is red, at least, sandstone red with iron ore, red with the mineral that the mine extracts, red that hides any bloodstain and it's dark anyways. All you can do is crawl along-and listen to the echoes.

Echoes that might carry a 'familiar' voice as Angelika finally gets into the headquarters only to stall out over a rather pointless coffee. Yes, she had food supplies. No, she couldn't say when or how they would arrive, they'd get here (it would probably have to come from Floatsam somehow, or maybe Elysium, and it would be ideal for smuggling weapons into the camp.) It would most likely be dried fish or simple flour that would need to be made into bread. She could see about getting it made into hard crackers instead, but then the workers would need to break it up with their teeth, and she expressed doubts if they had enough teeth-and then they actually sent for a prisoner to be brought so the Inquisitor could examine the slave's teeth.

They were taking the food much more seriously than she'd thought. Was there some sort of trouble here? Were they behind on a quota, and whipping harder wasn't cutting it anymore? Maybe Donnie could find the answers.