(It's not regular senses that they rely on, but telepathy. Both theirs and the suit's. They have the minds of its telepathic interface--the rat king--scout ahead, seeing if they can pick up anything while they focus their own mind more narrowly on what's behind the door.
Condition, huh? Interesting, though the information will be useless until they know what they're talking about the condition of. For all they know, these people could be discussing shipments of that ugly clay vase they saw people going nuts over at another one of these auctions. Apparently it was supposed to be some priceless relic.
The faint life traces, though... those... they ignore the conversation and focus, try to feel the minds--and feelings--attached to them. Fear? Pain? Distress? Are they victims? Something else?
They stand next to the door and go still, losing focus on Cid and the world around them.)
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Condition, huh? Interesting, though the information will be useless until they know what they're talking about the condition of. For all they know, these people could be discussing shipments of that ugly clay vase they saw people going nuts over at another one of these auctions. Apparently it was supposed to be some priceless relic.
The faint life traces, though... those... they ignore the conversation and focus, try to feel the minds--and feelings--attached to them. Fear? Pain? Distress? Are they victims? Something else?
They stand next to the door and go still, losing focus on Cid and the world around them.)