Emilie rounded a line of lockers, the clicking of her heels guiding the way. The hallway was pitch black, but she could see fairly well in the dark. Her eyes adjusted quickly-- and when Stas nearly passed her, she pulled him into an empty classroom.

"I need your help," she admitted, voice cut to a whisper. She was standing much closer to him than she would normally, partially so she could see him in the darkness, partially so he could hear her.