When she saw him, she remembered seeing him around those who scared her most. The thought alone brought a shiver down her spine, but Faye refused to run. She reasoned with herself that maybe she was thinking of the wrong person. Maybe...
And then he spoke. Faye tried to force a smile, but could feel that it was more of a scowl. She took a single step back then froze in place, warring between the idea of facing this unreasonable fear and retreating back to her room. Hadn't it been weaker than before when she started the venture outside her room? What was wrong with her?!
"H-hi," she stammered, immediately feeling like a fool for not being able to hide the fear in her voice. She fought to avoid shaking, but could feel the pulse in her chest, hear it in her head. She was freaking out on the inside. "I was just..." She gestured toward the stairway, but made no move to get closer. After all, that would require getting closer to Mister English Accent. Or whatever his name was. Maybe she even knew from the network, but that was also a thought she didn't feel like dwelling upon.