Post lockdown, inside, open
Grey had done as Malcolm had said, because despite appearances she wasn't quite stupid enough to just stay by the doors, clinging to the knowledge that he was just on the other side. She'd made out she was fine, that this was just a little hiccup and she'd out within the hour, but now she was fumbling about in the dark and didn't have to pretend for him she was quickly falling apart. Her eyes weren't adjusting quickly enough, she had no idea where she was going. She hadn't spent enough time learning the layout of the place, she'd just seen the cells and gone to try and pick the locks.
She had her free hand out in front of her, feeling her way round as much as anything. The lights had to come back on, didn't they? With luck then she'd be able to made a run for it, keep her head down, do something. She didn't know where she'd ended up stopping, it could have been more or less in the complete open as far as she knew, but it felt secluded, which was something. She stood with her back against the wall, lips pressed together to keep quiet as she started to cry. She hated herself so much in this moment. She was fucking pathetic, and any moment the lights were going to come on and everyone would know.
She couldn't let that happen.
Quickly she wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand and raised the bat to her shoulder. If she was going to be found, she was going to be found ready to cause some serious fucking damage.