Jayati didn't sleep the best on normal days, it was a thing she was resigned to with little other choice in the matter. But since this--whatever this was--had started, she had hardly slept at all. Time seemed to be passing oddly, there were people on her hall that weren't usually there, and that was just the start.
So wandering about and hunting for a weakness had become her new habit, along with worrying about the bar and occasionally breaking things.
The second floor was interesting to say the least, and safer than the floor that seemed to grab her and not want to let her go. There was a woman here this time that wasn't here last time she had passed through, yelling for someone. By her tone and words it may have been the person she saw on the board who lost their daughter, and she hardly resisted the instinct to go towards the voice, a little relieved to finally have something to focus on.
"Can I help?" It was abrupt, and gods knew she didn't look very encouraging at the moment, but that couldn't be helped.