Damn. That hadn't gone at all as Lucy had hoped. None of the ghosts had turned away from her grandfather for any length of time. If anything her distraction may have made things worse. She wanted to tear the station apart to find any iron that might be in the walls, then turn around and use it to beat the ghosts back to hell or wherever they came from.
Her hands clenched into fists tightly as she forced herself to keep running further away from the fight. Every step felt wrong, but she kept going, towards the nearest staircase. She didn't want to add stuck in an elevator to the current problems. She wanted to make it to the apartments, warn people, tell them to find salt and start making lines. If she couldn't help her own family, she could at least help the others.