It had surprised Dylan to realize that when she wasn't busy working until the wee hours of the morning, she was actually kind of an early riser. With a few days back on a pretty normal daytime schedule, she was falling into a bit of a routine - wake up around eight or eight thirtyish, pop down for a workout, shower and get ready, head back down for breakfast. Assuming, of course, that there wasn't some new test or random trip to an obstacle course or whatever else would be thrown at them. It was also strange, she mused, how quickly she was falling into a routine in this place; she figured it might be because the alternative was to be scared and panicked all the time. And she was tense and suspicious of most things and some of the people, sure, but by and large they all seemed to be kind of okay with cohabitating in this place.
Which was why it was surprising to see a very tall man come tearing down the stairs between the second and third floors while she was on her way back up to get ready for the day.
"Whoops!" she said, that stupid involuntary expression as she flattened herself against the bannister so as not to impede him. And then, because he'd looked at least a little stressed out and was also unfamiliar to her, she decided to turn around and follow. She wasn't sure how she was going to explain all of this to a new person, but she could at least try before he went pelting out into the snow or something equally potentially dangerous.
"Hey, are you okay?" she asked. "I know the way you woke up is probably weird and scary, but I can explain. At least a little bit, that is."