[ Chihiro takes a step closer to Jack, his presence more solid and reassuring than the feelings pressing down all around them. She doesn't reach out to hold on to him, not wanting to weigh him down when he was also carrying a weapon. She wouldn't want to hinder his actions, so sticking close it is, shadowing his side as they walk cautiously into the darkness.

An effort of will has Chihiro keeping her chin level, looking out into that dark. Her eyes seek familiar shapes, finding the corner between wall and flooring, tracing it forward until her eyes struggle to see. A chill breeze wafts by, tugging at the loose locks of hair by her ears, pulling at her ponytail with a playfulness that leaves goosebumps breaking out over her body.

She's being silly! It's just a draft, but the darkness, the damp scent that seems to creep all around them, the sound of wet, sucking footsteps that start behind them has her picking up her pace and bumping into Jack. ]

Maybe the next hall will have one. I don't know why the doors are all spaced so far apart, but I can't see any more in this hall. Can you?

[ She really wants to hurry out of this area, if they can. ]