Letting her eyes adjust to the change of light inside the station, Gretel swiped a piece of hair away from her eyes and tried to decide which of these smaller rooms belonged to the woman named Swan. She'd come over quicker than usual, the thought of such an easy fix to getting Hansel's medicine made her steps easy. It even glossed over her hesitations about sharing the Grimoire with anyone, simply as a precaution. Marrowood wasn't predictable by any standards, and she was more inclined to believe the same about everyone here.
But if it meant never going back to that hospital ever again, she was going to chance it.
"Swan-!" She chirped out curtly, figuring it'd be quicker to just listen for a reply than go from room to room.