Jared has a very low tolerance for weird. For a guy who lives for video games, it's surprisingly low when he's facing it in the real world. Whatever is going on here, it's making him panic. Jared isn't afraid of water or getting wet and he's not even that freaked out that the door won't open, if he divorces that idea from everything else; maybe the doors are also on a timer matching the sprinklers. What's freaking him out are the vines and the way that the plants appear to be not only alive, but on the offense. He can only assume they mean to harm he and Sharra and that...that's what's fucking with him.
"There's probably a panel, a control panel," he shouts back at her over the rushing water, shuddering with cold and aggressively swatting away a vine that appears to be trying to grab him by the wrist. "There'll be a control panel. It'll be in a metal box, probably, to protect the insides from the water. I don't even know if it'll be inside this thing or if it'd be outside, because that's safer, but there'll be a control panel. Metal box. If we can find it, I can figure it out," he replies. If his voice sounds calm, it's an accident, because calm is about as far from what Jared's feeling right then as possible.
He starts to look around their immediate area. In his experience, those boxes are usually pretty close to the doors or gates of places like this. Not that he has a ton of experience and a lot of what he's drawing from has everything to do with movies and TV shows, but still.
"Do you see one?" he shouts over the water, deciding to look up to see if maybe someone put the control panel up on the ceiling where casual passersby couldn't fiddle with it and it wouldn't get wet. It takes him a minute, between having to shield his eyes from the downpour of the sprinklers, trying to gaze through the angry plantlife and water, and swatting away more vines, but he thinks he spots something. "There, do you see that? Does that look like a metal box to you?" Maybe she has a better angle, he can't tell if it's a box or if it's just part of the ceiling.
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"There's probably a panel, a control panel," he shouts back at her over the rushing water, shuddering with cold and aggressively swatting away a vine that appears to be trying to grab him by the wrist. "There'll be a control panel. It'll be in a metal box, probably, to protect the insides from the water. I don't even know if it'll be inside this thing or if it'd be outside, because that's safer, but there'll be a control panel. Metal box. If we can find it, I can figure it out," he replies. If his voice sounds calm, it's an accident, because calm is about as far from what Jared's feeling right then as possible.
He starts to look around their immediate area. In his experience, those boxes are usually pretty close to the doors or gates of places like this. Not that he has a ton of experience and a lot of what he's drawing from has everything to do with movies and TV shows, but still.
"Do you see one?" he shouts over the water, deciding to look up to see if maybe someone put the control panel up on the ceiling where casual passersby couldn't fiddle with it and it wouldn't get wet. It takes him a minute, between having to shield his eyes from the downpour of the sprinklers, trying to gaze through the angry plantlife and water, and swatting away more vines, but he thinks he spots something. "There, do you see that? Does that look like a metal box to you?" Maybe she has a better angle, he can't tell if it's a box or if it's just part of the ceiling.