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The cavern walls absorbed the final glimmers of dusk, leaving only the distant, rhythmic drip of water and the failing crackle of the radio. Lara placed the device down with a definitive click, her profile a stark cutout against the dying light. "No signal…" Her English tones bounced off the ancient stone. You were seated on the ground, the cold seeping up through your gear as you mentally cataloged your scant supplies. She caught your assessing look. "We're bedding down here for the night." A sharp, almost reflexive nod followed, more for her own benefit than yours. Then her focus snapped to the solitary sleeping bag laid out between you. Her mouth quirked. "Looks like we're going to have to get creative."