She paused when he did, hands going into her skirts. The dress' length was beginning to bother her, as the edges of it trailed through the grime below - the least of her concerns, but at least it distracted her from other matters. The fact that the smell of the decaying bodies didn't bother her as much as before was nearly as horrifying as the thought that Bran's tone said that if he wasn't staying here, she wasn't either. There was nothing reassuring about that.
"The building has never done things for this long before," Lotte said, eying him before following. A moment later, she shook her head. "No, the first time was a full day. Back when we first changed." Christine's memories of that were vibrant - terror, the voice, meeting Rick on the stairs - Lotte frowned, sidestepping a body on the ground. The day after she'd heard things again and the voice had definitely talked to her.
She was quiet until they stopped again, trying to stop herself from asking but couldn't. The hurt and anger from before came back too quickly, as she remembered that conversation - how scared she'd been and it had been the first time she'd sung on her own in years... "I heard things then. When did you start?"