“I don’t either,” Lotte confessed. She kept his eyes on him and his flashlight, shivering slightly. “Some people told me about it – they were close to the people involved.” Or they were the ones involved. “It was just bad…” It didn’t cross her mind that she shouldn’t tell him – he was safe, after all, and it wasn’t as if she was naming names.
A startled, choked sound escaped her as he neared the steps. For a moment she thought he would go, before he turned back. She vehemently shook her head, more than happy to have him not head down there – and she didn’t have go either. “It’s fine – I mean, I don’t think we should go. If someone did something, we could pull an alert but if we head down there unarmed or unprepared, we could get hurt…” Her eyes remained on him the entire time, wide and just as concerned for him getting hurt as she was.