'Uhhhh.." Moaning as he lifted himself to his knees, Marc grimly thought that he ought to be used to falling given how many times he found himself flat on his face. Skittish, Steven had retreated, leaving Marc to deal with... whatever this was. "Great," he sarcastically mumbled.
Turning to look over his shoulder and up to not only see the open door he'd fallen from and how high they were, but to notice a whole damn wall of doors without any real way to access them except for these ladders. To add to the confusion, the lady... she didn't look normal at all. He rolled over to sit his ass on the floor, still staring up at her, terribly confused.
"I'll let you know if I'm okay once I figure out what's going on." Was this the Duat again? Or another manifestation of his madness?