Okay, so she's left the library, after all. She's not even entirely sure how, because there was no traditional exit. It's more like traveling through Nowheresville, except instead of reality coalescing around her feet, it melts into being in what little light her knife manages to cast. And instead of being otherwise surrounded by a bewildering, ominous whirl of ill-defined things, it's just garden-variety, boring blackness. So, all in all, more pleasant than Nowheresville.

All she's missing is a destination. 'Find Spike' is a pretty vague goal, after all. Her internal compass doesn't seem to be much use in dreams, so it's more likely that he'll spot her than anything else, what with her being so damn spot-able and all.

Not that her light seems to be going all that far. Maybe she's less conspicuous than she feels.

... Or maybe not. Sound has no problem traveling its usual distance, and she freezes when someone from not-too-far-away shouts out a greeting. Definitely not Spike.

"Just keep walking," Modomnoc mutters from her collar.

Sunshine frowns. That's certainly an option, but it's also undeniably a dick move. Whether Shouty McStranger has actually seen her or not, it's one thing to politely avoid a fellow dreamer and another to just outright abandon them - especially when she is has a light source. Sure, it's only a dream, and falling down a surprise staircase would only result in a rude awakening, but that doesn't make not-really-dying pleasant. Gods, what would even happen to their animal-thing, in that scenario? Yeesh.

She's just... not gonna think about it. Or take her bee's mean-spirited advice.

"... Yeah?" she calls back, her wince pretty much audible. This is awkward, and not just because Dom is huffing at her in disapproval. What is she even trying to do, here, really? Rescue some random dreamer from a clumsy accident? She peers into the interminable darkness. "You okay?" she asks, uncertainly, like she's reading off a cue card written in exceptionally shitty handwriting.