After a good two to three hours of flipping through books and planning out the quickest route to the surface. Q finally brought up what I had been mostly putting to the back of my mind this entire time. “So you have any plans on fighting this thing?”

I sighed, “I was thinking of going up to the armory up in the facility to pick up a weapon there, it’d be easier to get ones with pretreated metals then trying to make my own…” Not to mention how time consuming that would be.

“Then it would be best to pick something without ammo, like knives or swords?” She suggested.

“I really would rather not,” Not really having much fighting experience, or did I? I couldn’t remember at this point. Flailing randomly with a sharp object might work out better than my aim might be. I could remember doing archery a couple of times, but if anything, there would only be crossbows and I have absolutely no idea how to use those anyway.

“Well since you can’t die, close combat would be the most efficient decision.” She stated matter-of-factly.

“As much as I hate to admit it,” I said reluctantly, I really don’t want to fight this thing up close.

“Fighting it from a distance hasn’t worked before…” She reminded me.

“You’re right about that.” I gritted my teeth lifting the left side of my upper lip almost in disgust.

“Considering the last time someone tried to go up on the surface. You should probably take some extra precautions.”

“Y-yeah” I began to write down some notes for myself. “Based on the respiration tests sometime this morning, I don’t actually need oxygen or anything. So, despite the low oxygen levels on the surface, I shouldn’t have a problem.”

“Even if you can’t die. The air up there shouldn’t be pleasant.” She said looking at the book in her hands as she reached for another on the shelf.

‘I should probably bring something to help filter out the debris in the air at least.’ I thought to myself as I began to write it down. Half way through the sentence the lead of the pencil snapped startling me. The pencil phased through my hands and got stuck in my forearm. “Not again! Stupid pencil. How does this even physics” I was kinda hoping that one would knock out one of the others, but I had no such luck. “C-can I have another pencil?” I asked sheepishly.

“No,” She responded, “you’ll just eat that one too.”

“Tch, I didn’t eat it.” I’m quite sure this was a direct attack on my innate response to ask ‘did you eat it?’ whenever someone is looking for something.

“Regardless, it’s already two hours past closing.” Was it that late already?

“Oh right.” I said gathering my papers and the map. “See ya later.”

“Good night.” She called out to me before we headed our separate ways.