Nathanael's POV:
She plops back down next to me. She does so in a much slower motion than when she got up.
The look on her face festers even more questions than I already had for her, but that same look of hers is what makes me choose to keep my words to myself. For now, at the very least.
The lady speeds away towards the other side of the basement floor, she disappears behind a wall for a very short moment. I can hear her rummage through what I believe to be carton boxes. She picks some before putting them down, rearranging some until she seems to find what she came looking for.
She reappears not long after that. She takes the stairs again to join whoever is waiting for her at the top.
