[Well, she definitely had considered that, and she glances up the tunnel toward wherever the greasy, disgusting water is flowing from. Somehow, she is beginning to hate this cold water more than the corrosive black yomi water she'd had to slog through.]

I guess it's a gamble, which way we go. We might hit an open manhole cover upstream, but who knows how far we are from either direction. [If only she had some kind of ability to magically know which way she needed to go... that didn't involve following lingering spiritual remains. About the only 'remains' down here are... from dinner the last night, probably.

If nothing else, the Kagemi may have given her a good intuition.] Let's just go downstream. There has to be an outlet somewhere, and I don't really want to find out where the 'source' of this is? [It's not the most convincing role of 'leadership', but Yuuri can have a spine when pressed.]