She couldn't help but laugh, and was relieved for a chance to do so. Tavros was certainly an odd duck but she found herself suddenly grateful for the company.
"I think it's just through here, not very far." She was in the middle of saying when she opened the door to the hall and ushered him through as was polite--
Except they were not in the emergency access hallway at all. Somehow they had got outside, and it was very dark and didn't look at all like the valley that they had been living in and it contained a scene of terrible violence.
A wagon was burning and all around were the still forms of men and one horse, all either dead or dying. Some spoke in tangled syllables of Romanian, but most moaned and cried out in the same high-bred accents of English that Eva spoke in.
"No...no, no no..." Eva clearly recognized the scene, and fumbled for a weapon that she wasn't carrying. There was suddenly no sign of the door through which they had come.