Locus has just enough warning to turn his head, but his head still pounds in the wake of the explosion, his vision swimming. The sensors are still up, still moving, little red lines shifting through the corridor.

Felix curses. Loudly. And demands control once more. Locus doesn't need to see when he can.

He barely dodges the scanning swipe of one of the floor sensors, twisting to get his feet up against the wall and kicking off, bounding forward. Duck, tumble, leap to avoid another and twist, before landing on his toes and bolting forward. Eyes closed. No need to rely on something that can't be relied upon, especially if Felix already has the exit mapped. Just follow those cues and...

Out they come, landing in a crouch. Locus is panting, shaking his head and disoriented as all Hell, but they made it.