There's no sound on the video surveillance, or none that Abed knows how to turn on at a glance, anyway, and he is busy studying the schematics of the building, laid out on the desk beside him. Troy is going on and on about how exciting this is, and they should go and see the raptors, but Abed is tuning him out.
He glances back at the screen, only to see that Caroline's back inside, and looking inquisitively up at the ceiling. He doesn't know how long she's been waiting for directions, but it can't be more than a few seconds.
"Caroline," he says into the mike. "Follow the hallway for twenty feet, then turn right," he tells her, an eye on the blueprints. "We're the third door on your left."
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Date: 2013-02-28 02:56 am (UTC)He glances back at the screen, only to see that Caroline's back inside, and looking inquisitively up at the ceiling. He doesn't know how long she's been waiting for directions, but it can't be more than a few seconds.
"Caroline," he says into the mike. "Follow the hallway for twenty feet, then turn right," he tells her, an eye on the blueprints. "We're the third door on your left."