Enigma stuck her tongue out at her father's back, before mumbling under her breath, Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go..., before suddenly turning and darting back to the room they had been locked into, the door slamming shut behind her, echoing down the passage.
She returned a few moments later, brushing down her skirt, looking as if she hadn't just lost her mind, moving past her father, eager to get out of this place, and worried about how long they had been trapped.