It wasn't a particularly creepy janitorial closet -- it was well-lit and neat, and there were no puddles of unidentified red or green liquids anywhere to be seen. Still, it was a supply closet. "We see a spider or a rat or something, and I so totally out of here."
She blinked a little when Molly gave her the bag, but then she recalled that holding the bag meant she didn't have to actually look for anything.
"Ninja?" What was that supposed to mean? Savannah watched Molly work with a sort of edgy fascination. "How come you can't just, like, stick 'em in the bag like that? I mean, there's not a lot of difference between walking around with a really big bag with or without pipes sticking out. Right?"