"Try not to touch the threads," Venus says, although she doubts it's necessary. For whatever reason, there's something foreboding about those spools dripping red into their path. They remind her of spiderwebs.

She squeezes in after Courfeyrac. Size may make it a little bit easier, but it's still difficult to navigate between the machines, and in a moment her hips are caught. She makes a little grunting sound and pushes the machine to try and squeak through.

Just like that, there's a rumble in all the machinery around them. Rather than giving way, the pressure on her body intensifies.

"Guys, guys-" She starts calm and then her voice takes on a note of alarm. "I'm stuck. It's pushing- ah!"