Bee nods, turning to walk back the way she came, putting a hand delicately at Hana's arm. Tricky, walking with someone while keeping at an angle to see them talk.

Some of these rooms are flooded, and in most of them, the lights are flickering noticeably. Bee's lips tighten into a frown as she guides Hana through, trying to appear braver than she is.

Soon, she signs, hoping it's reassuring. She points toward a room down the corridor, where she remembers seeing an office desk. She glances back at Hana and offers a faint smile. Don't be scared.