[Why did her mind have to work like this? Why couldn't it have been a shooting gallery or something equally mindless and cathartic? Why this ruin of a hospital and. Things. Twisted, humanoid things that echo her issues in vicious mockery? The longer she tries to think about it the bigger her headache becomes so she just. Ducks in after Clyde. Small enough that it'll act as an effective bottleneck- though.
She does weave past him, nudging the stall doors open first and foremost. Empty. Only one way in.
She jerks her head back, keeping him close to the wall, sets herself between him and the door. And waits, gun trained on the paint peeling off the wood. The further up they went, the worst it would get. That's just how this place works.]
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She does weave past him, nudging the stall doors open first and foremost. Empty. Only one way in.
She jerks her head back, keeping him close to the wall, sets herself between him and the door. And waits, gun trained on the paint peeling off the wood. The further up they went, the worst it would get. That's just how this place works.]