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She's nervous enough to begin with; while elevators were not an invention that came after her time, she still preferred to be firmly on the ground. Even here, when her sense for the earth wasn’t as strong, that didn’t prevent her timeless motion sickness from kicking in. Hazel leans up against the corner when there's a sudden jerk in the cables; knuckles clutch the nearest safety bar. Lights flicker on and off as the contraption comes to a rough halt. Hazel releases a breath she didn’t know she was holding. “Just great, now we're stuck. I knew the elevator couldn't be trusted.”











