Oh, spartan. Sunshine makes a little noise in the back of her throat as the room shifts around them that conveys surprise, dismay, and a sort of bitter resignation - of course this is happening, of course.

The only bit of good news is that her eyes like these lighting conditions, and she lets her gaze rove along the walls in search of another door. It only takes her a minute to spot one across the way, but before she can point it out to Giles, she realizes they're not alone. There are other figures stepping out from between the half-collapsed shelves, and she lays a hand on Giles's arm. "Um. Company."

She peers warily at the new arrivals. Their shadows aren't human. There's something familiar about them, but she can't quite place it. Still, she doesn't need their shadows to tell her that they aren't friendly; that much is obvious just by their expressions, the way they hold themselves as they stalk around her and Giles, surrounding them.