[Spy disentangles himself from Scout and his casts, fighting for balance on his own two legs. Or, at least he tries-- he ends up bumping Scout's casts in a way that would probably nudge him so that they're standing face to face. Not that Spy can even stand all that well anymore, his free hand reaching out to catch himself on Scout's shoulder.
The corridor they've stumbled into is much narrower than the one leading from their cell. Spy still can't see, but his back bumps the wall. He leans into it, searching for stability. At least he's still got his hearing; clumsy footsteps follow them from the last room they were in, so Spy tries to kick out and shut the door with his foot. The top of his foot makes contact, and there's a satisfactory click of the door shutting. Still, throwing off his balance like that does not help at all - he knocks the baton into the wall behind him as he gropes around for balance, his other hand still reaching for his teammate to confirm Scout's location and for the sake of having something to hold on to.]
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The corridor they've stumbled into is much narrower than the one leading from their cell. Spy still can't see, but his back bumps the wall. He leans into it, searching for stability. At least he's still got his hearing; clumsy footsteps follow them from the last room they were in, so Spy tries to kick out and shut the door with his foot. The top of his foot makes contact, and there's a satisfactory click of the door shutting. Still, throwing off his balance like that does not help at all - he knocks the baton into the wall behind him as he gropes around for balance, his other hand still reaching for his teammate to confirm Scout's location and for the sake of having something to hold on to.]