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Azu tries very hard to keep her breathing steady. She is behind Sasha and Hamid, and it is dark, so they cannot see her worrying her lip or wincing when her back seizes from all the stooping. They'll hear if she panics, so she does not.
"It's such a nice pipe," Sasha says. It is not. It's a horrible pipe that doesn't end.
There is no way out but to keep going.
"Azu?" Hamid asks.
Azu presses her lips together like Oscar Wilde straining a smile. Maybe he, also, was trying not to panic.
"Thank you," she manages. "I'm fine."