The lift shuddered downwards at a steady pace, and after a moment Antigone forced herself to take her hand off Asterion's arm and grab her own instead, her stomach filled with galleons of fear. This was probably a good sign, she told herself, but the logic of it didn't break through, even when the floor stopped moving and the door slowly peeled open. Antigone got to her feet, gripping the rails, stiff as anything.
There were people in high vis on the other side of the door, asking questions Antigone couldn't hear. She slipped past them, breaking out into the wider open space of the ground floor, sucking in deep lungfuls of breath like she hadn't been able to breathe in there.