Lila took a step back, her eyes narrowing as his hand went to his pocket. Just because she hadn't seen a gun yet didn't mean there wasn't one hidden on him. But what he pulled out didn't look like any gun she'd seen (and she'd seen a lot). This was all veering into information overload territory. A giant snow globe she couldn't escape, trapped here with the Hargreeves family and who knew who else, and slim boxes to communicate with. Topping it all off was Five actually being... nice? That word might have been pushing it. Helpful, then. God, was she supposed to thank him now? He'd still killed her parents and been a part of the death of the woman who'd raised her.
"I'm gonna..." With a flash of blue light, the world bent around her and she was back in her room, someplace where she could digest everything she'd just learned and mourn her fallen drink. She was not going back out until morning if she could help it.