Watching him navigate the maze of lasers feels almost as tense as working her way through it herself has been, and it's an effort of will not to call advice or warning. She'd likely only distract him, and that would have the exact opposite of the desired effect.

Still, she has to bite the inside of her cheek almost bruising-hard when it seems for a moment like he might lose his balance, lost in the web of lethal heat.

"All right?" she asks once he makes it through, and offers a small canteen of water. It's not much against the heat of the lasers, but it's better than nothing.

"No controls on this side, either," she notes. "They must be inside."