BB paused in a crouched position, where she'd been drawing a pattern on the steps leading up to the altar at the end of her level, when Brent's awful screeching came through loud and clear through the ground itself. Hands covered in pale pink chalk suddenly covered her ears as though she could prevent the sound from leaking in, but it did little good. She rose to her sneakered feet (she'd chosen to stay in her workout gear during this whole, strange..."event," feeling smart for deciding to be ready to run whenever necessary), tossed the chalk down, and turned to the stairwell with her fingers folding into fists.
She stomped down to the first level, arms straight at her sides; she paused, momentarily, a pained expression crossing her features as she opened the door to the lobby level and had music pouring over her directly from the source. Gritting her teeth, she continued her march to 104 and started screaming, attempting to be heard over the music.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? HOLY SHIT CAN YOU NOT HEAR YOURSELF? FUCKING CHRIS-"