She was quiet during the short trip on the elevator, chin tucked to her chest, arms wound tight around the portrait. When the door opened, she stepped out automatically, turning to look towards Archer at his words, her expression faltering for a moment before she nodded and moved towards the staircase.
Hesitant steps took her upwards, pressed close to one side of the stairway, and when she reached the landing, she did as she was told, pressing herself back into a corner, still hugging the bagged portrait, staring off into the darkness of the hallways. It wasn't safe to think, not yet. She wasn't sure if it would ever be safe to think again.