He had known it was a mistake, and still, he had walked inside. Now he would have no one but himself to blame.
There was really no time for him to appreciate the strangeness of the machinery in the tiny room before the door slid shut and locked, and he turned on it sharply, somehow going even paler in the dim light.] No.
He went back toward the door, feeling for any apparent locking mechanism. All was smooth - no knob, no keypad. Nothing. He struck the door with his fist - nothing. He kicked it, sharply, then threw his shoulder against it. It didn't so much as budge. He was beginning to panic, now, his breath coming shorter and shorter. He had been in a close in that nightmare place when the dead man had fallen on him, and he almost felt his breath in the darkness, his reproach.]
Who are you? [Asked to the woman, looking over his shoulder sharply to be sure she wasn't coming after him as well.] What in God's name do you want with this death trap? [He likely looked the coward, trying desperately to force the door. He didn't care, not even a little. He'd been brave enough in the last year for a few lifetimes. Right now, all he wanted was to be home, and this wasn't fair. He was not going to die in an airtight room because he had followed a stranger through a door he had left well enough alone, not after all he'd managed to survive.]