Nines
It's bad enough he had to wade through the dampness of the sewer, but to do so in the dark was even worse. His long coat felt twice as heavy as it should, even with his innate magic keeping the worst of the water away, everything from the wall to the vaguely flowing sludge below smelled uniformly like a corpse in a bog, and his flashlight barely illumined his own hand, much less where he was setting his feet. And then there was the company.
When Nix had said she had someone else to help him with this, Nines had at expected someone... different. He had yet to see their face beyond their eyes, and they barely talked. When they did, their voice sounded robotic, but he could tell it's a piece of tech. The only thing that wasn't hidden was their eyes, and those were locked in a permeant crimson glare. Hell of a way to make friends, if you asked him. Didn't exactly foster trust.
As the path curved again, he had finally had it. "Brek," he growled, pressing the device in his ear, "please tell me you have some kind of layout of down here?" The only reply he received was a painful screech of static loud enough to force him to pull the earbud out. He stuffed the thing in a pocket as he grumbled, "No outside communication either. Of course."