Huh, that was open? Looked blocked to me. [Well, that and the fact that going in by a main entrance means you're more likely to be seen coming and going. Old habits die hard.] Whatever, sure, that'll be easier going. Lead the way.

[re: icing the ankle, Meg shrugs and makes a vague "I guess so?" gesture. it's not really something she's had to think about for a while.] Ehh... your shed was probably warmer, honestly. Bigass buildings like this are all drafts --

[as if in agreement, a gust of wind sweeps down the hallway, rattling every door and locker on the way. Meg is pretty sure it's just wind, anyway. She halts and turns back to the stairwell too, almost daring something to appear.]

So... what... was up there, exactly?