Didi's plans to track Bo and have a private sharing of the minds never happens, at least not in the next few hours. Instead, as she's marching toward the exit of her room, fully certain by now the door won't open for her and that she's as trapped as skeebie vermin undertrash, the sliding panel hisses softly to one side and she finds herself in a glass hallway, more greenery embracing the tunnel that goes to the right and left. She's already been down the right path, or come up it, at least, on her way here. The left makes a long line to a rounded corner before disappearing around the bend. Not a guard in sight, either.
"Could be monitoring us on closecam." Leave it to Pip to raise her suspicions, though she's fully embraced her old way of thinking again.