Sechs gratefully took the map and folded it up before eagerly stuffing it into his pocket. "Great!" he growled with a grin. "I'll make a bunch more copies later. Everyone's gotta know about this..."

The Replica's eyes met Taura's and he gave her a stern nod. He knew exactly what she meant. "Yeah, this damn place has been screwing around with us for too long... Landel's karma is gonna come back and bite 'em in the ass sooner or later!"

Remembering his mission to find answers in the basement, Sechs felt his vigor to besiege the third floor drain away. He couldn't back out from his current progress underground yet; the last upper level of the institute would have to wait. "I've got some unfinished business to attend to in the basement tonight," he added.

Sechs gave Taura a meaningful gaze, one usually communicated between two fellow fighters. Taura was one of the few remaining warriors Sechs knew, he would hate to lose her before he could ever get the chance to learn from her or challenge her to a duel later. "If you're going up to that third floor later, all I can say is..." He turned his focus back towards the forewarning bookshelf. "Be careful up there and come back alive, alright?"