It's a strange thing, going from hell to this, and Noodle still isn't quite sure what to think about it all. Maybe this is just another layer to it all, a hallucination that she'll find herself snapped out of, but for now it feels real. A really good hallucination is possible, more detailed than the others and lacking features she often finds in her normal ones but for now she treats it as real.

It's stiflingly warm, the air thick and it tastes old, as if it's never known a breeze to pass through. Still Noodle keeps moving, grip on her crowbar tight, the flashlight she'd managed to grab tucked in the waistband of her jeans. Neither of them she intends on relinquishing, not with what she had to go through to get them both and she can feel herself grimace at the reminder of the wet crack of someones skull breaking under her blow. She was lucky she was quick. Was lucky she had once been made for this sort of situation but that doesn't make it any more pleasant to be in.

She draws to a sudden stop at a scuffle up ahead, the clink of someone's boot hitting an old metal can and the can's roll making her more than aware that someone's up ahead. And so she holds still, preparing herself to strike a blow if she needs to as she stares into the distance, to the patch of space where the lights flicker on and off with no regularity and with a voice almost hoarse with disuse she takes a chance and calls out, acutely aware of her surroundings. "Hello?"