Re: The stairwell to the eighth floor, 12:03 AM.
Sighing tersely, Joanie crossed her arms, glancing about the hallway. Everything was wrong. Everything was ruined. She could barely think straight, let alone come up with an actual plan. Chewing on her lower lip, she glanced at her pirate companion, jaw clenched. "How the hell am I supposed to know?" she spat, turning her back on him and starting towards the stairwell. "I may have been forced to learn CPR, but I'm no doctor!"
Uncrossing her arms to dig her nails into her hair, she glared at the stairs, leaning on the banister as she looked to the boy. After a moment, she realized that he had said something remotely interesting. "Wait. Did you just say you aren't...normally like this? You know. Fucking weird?" Okay, so he was probably weird, but not pirate weird. At least, not to her knowledge.