Arc jumped as she heard the door slam open, looking around for anything to arm herself with and finding nothing. She knew her body wouldn't last very long with enhancement magic, given how tired she felt and how much blood she'd lost when her throat was slit, but she could sense whatever was coming had its intent specifically on her.
She'd only get one enhanced punch to-
"Arc! You in here?"
"Owyn?! How'd you follow me?" The moment he stepped around the corner, the sense of familiarity through the string between them made itself felt.
"The entire time we were shooting, you seemed frustrated. You wanted to help. I figured... You knew a way to," he gestured around.
"Yeah, I know a way to. But my Father's a fucking dick," she gestured at the lock, quickly explaining the metallic expression of his paranoia. "What I don't get is what a cube has to do with Smoke."
"Smoke?"
