"I learned a little about archeology in school, but I've never met a real archeologist before," she says, looking up at Daniel with wide-eyed enthusiasm. "Did you get to go on digs? Were any of them in Greece?" That's where she'd go, if she was an archeologist.

As she questions him, she pads down the hallway until she reaches a freight elevator. It's exactly where she expected it to be, which is good news, but she bypasses it. Even though the place seems both deserted and in perfectly good working order, it still feels safer to take the stairs. And the stairwell is only a few meters from the lift anyway, so it's not as if they're going too far out of their way.

She heaves open the stairwell door with easy strength that her tiny frame belies, then leads the way upstairs.