Two:

[This place reminds Heather of that town from her childhood. Especially the idea of a strict teacher. It makes her wonder if this was one a religious school like the one she used to go to. Of course the one she was in was for the cult so...

Either way, the girl is lost. She's taking deep breaths not to panic and let herself be overwhelmed. If she loses it, it's over. She opens up her tablet and prays for an answer.]

Hello? Hey, I need help! I'm lost!

Three:

[Heather's grip around her rusty pipe tightens at the sight of the other. The last thing she wants to do is fight, but like hell she's gonna die in this shithole. Her looks is hard at first but she forces herself to soften.]

Hey uh...look this place is big. I can stay in one half and you can stay in another. Sound good?

[Or maybe they could just get along...?]