[Stepping around him and nodding in agreement, she collects the buckets - they may come to be useful again -, giving him the few moments he needs to gather his resolve. As he gets up, her eyes once more scan the monolith's interior. Have they perhaps overlooked something - a recess, a hidden activation point, another riddle - despite their thorough invetigation? But the hieroglyphs on the walls all seem to melt together into gibberish, mocking their endeavour.
Heaving a deep sigh, she motions with her head - despite the buckets now being empty, she still holds one in each hand, weighed down more by the disappointment than by them.]
Let's go, Doctor Dankovsky. It's no shame on us to have hoped to find meaning here.
[If they at any point find out who is responsible for this, she'll have words for them.]
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Heaving a deep sigh, she motions with her head - despite the buckets now being empty, she still holds one in each hand, weighed down more by the disappointment than by them.]
Let's go, Doctor Dankovsky. It's no shame on us to have hoped to find meaning here.
[If they at any point find out who is responsible for this, she'll have words for them.]