[she's a little slow to get moving (ankle hurty), but she strikes ahead toward the door.]

Here? The nebulous, questionable state of 'here,' perhaps. I can't say I've ever seen this particular setup before, but it tracks with some of the...the madness...

[she's pushed the door open and stepped through as she talks, but trails off with an unnerving feeling from how narrow it is. it gives her an uncomfortable reminder of a coffin, prompting her to hug her arms to herself.]

I can't say I like this as m-- [she double-takes.

wait.]

Where--hello? [where did he go?]