(Planet Juxta, Leo's POV, The Prison Room)
Leo exhaled slowly through his nose as he began to map out the prison room in his mind.
He roughly calculated the length of each wall using eye measurements and instinct, his gaze tracing the perfectly symmetrical layout while noting every crack, every curve, every microscopic inconsistency, to arrive at the conclusion that the room he was in was a 40x40x40 prison cell.
"Alright, Dumpy, listen up!" He said, as he came up with a rudimentary plan of escape.
"I think there's a high chance that there may be a hidden trap door or some sort of perfectly sealed entry door somewhere in this room, so if we roll gently and trace every inch of the ground with our weight, we should be able to ascertain if there are any tiles that feel off, anything that sounds hollow or gives off a vibration that's different from the other tiles… that is what we want to be looking for," Leo instructed, as he himself began gently rolling on the ground.
