Ann stared at the light longer than she ought to, and the staccato of light it was shedding. "Yeeah-" Ann said slowly. "Nothing can surprise us now." Channel Chris. Did that sound as lame out loud as she thought it did? Her throat was suddenly feeling way too dry as she gave a small gulp, a physical attempt to suppress the want to get the hell out of there and drag Leslie with her. But then, well it wouldn't be the great, time-filling, purpose building, not thinking too much about home, normality and of course Chris and Oliver, would it? Plus it was as much about her best friend’s peace of mind, as her own. They’d both be okay and Ann wasn't going to let Leslie start worrying about her the hospital being haunted either, even if it was kinda a given in this world and this was about as unpeace-of-mind-y as it got.
"Well- we could make a list. Starting with the flickering light." Ann announced to Leslie, her matter-of-fact medical voice already almost a little theatrical in how calm she was trying hard to sound, because now she wasn't looking at Leslie, but staring obsessively ahead of her at what was maybe a shadow and maybe a thing. That’s what they should be getting rid of. Ann didn't really want to get closer, but she didn't want to stop either - she cast a look over her shoulder quickly - she was equally as involved in gripping on to Leslie. Maybe she didn't see it?
"You know what’s funny?" Ann really couldn't stop herself talking right now, awkward Ann was never far from the surface, especially when she was nervous and trying to disguise it. "Andy used to love playing this really creepy game in this old, abandoned, spooky hospital-" Like this. She let out another a small, awkward, forced sort of laugh-like sound, as if her anecdote about the similarities was amusing, and not encouraging the cold sense of dread from practically pooling in her stomach right now. "And it had all these weird corpses all over the place- and mutated zombie nurse things would just come out at you from nowhere-" Her gaze darted to the left and she turned her head with a snap thinking she saw movement, but there was nothing there.
Even if they weren't in a scary, dimly-lit hospital murder-hall that would be a terrible story. "Maybe we should just find the nurses station? And- then we’ll go?" She offered as an out, tone almost hopefully steady, or at least attempting to make panic sound that way. Trying to be casual, even though she’d stopped in her tracks momentarily and her hold on Leslie’s hand hadn't let up. "You don’t have to see the whole hospital."