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(no problem!! i drowned in tests myself so i probably wouldnt have been able to respond until that was over hbhbhbhbh. yes B))
"I-I have no idea," admitted Lancer, blinking furiously to try and steady his senses. He shuffled around for his map, pulling the notepad out of his pocket and staring hopelessly at its contents.
He didn't know where they were. So much for trying to keep a map, he huffed to himself. He shoved the notepad back in his pocket.
"I gue.. guess it doesn't matter now," he mumbled. "Let's just… get away from them. Get somewhere safe."
He chose a shape that vaguely resembled a door and was about to push it open, then, remembering how disorganized his brain already was, thought better of it.
"I'll follow you," he told Juno. "I'm… shit's wild. I don't know if I'm good for directions at the moment."
He moved back towards his companion in crisis, occasionally glancing back at the illusion of the wall. That was kind of impressive, even if he could barely make it out. He hoped his senses would stop being messed up at a more convenient speed.