It was…uncomfortable, awkward, almost like he didn’t know what to do with her. Was that her fault? Hoping she’d get a chance to talk to Kristy about it later, she slung her bag over her shoulder and left his suite, closing the door behind her. She saw a sign for a fire exit, and, feeling a little out of sorts, decided she’d go out that way, rather than tromping through the main dungeon toward the building’s front. Not sure if she’d set off an alarm, she pushed on the door. No bells. No blinking lights. She was good. She hurried out, stepping into a still, moonless night. The fresh air felt good. It brushed across her skin in a gentle current, cooling it. She took a quick look around, decided she was alone, but not exactly in the safest place. An alley, connecting the two main roads running north and south on either side of the block, ran behind the building. It was deserted, dark, and isolated. A little tense, and shivering at the creepy somebody-is-watching-me feeling buzzing through her, she hurried toward the side of the building.
