"How on earth are we supposed to get out of here?" Hermione asked, on the verge of just collapsing in a heap but making herself go over to the shelves and start looking at labels, trying to find what Dubois-Volkov had said would be the Kolokol-1. No one answered; just a grim silence, and Hermione didn't push the issue. She shoved canisters and sealed containers aside, fingers fumbling and her breathing dragging shallowly in her lungs, unable to get a proper breath in.