[Villanelle doesn't care much about alerting the voice, mainly because she doesn't believe they'll ever catch up with it - everything so far has been in some kind of past tense, except the slimy walls, that had been unsettlingly present. She wants answers, if they find any, they might need some light to read them by.

If they do catch up with the mystery person, well, she's at the back of the line, it'll have to waste time attacking the other two before it can reach her. Plenty of time to prepare. Decision made, she reaches for a candle. The wax that had dripped down to the base had stuck it to the shelf. She pulls harder until it comes free with a faint snap. She shrugs sheepishly at the other two, an apology for the noise.

She rests her weight forward, on the balls of her feet. Anticipation tightens her muscles, she wants to chivvy them along, but she holds her tongue. Keep silent, right. But this is fun, isn't it? She's not the only one intrigued? Her eyes shine in the flickering light. She waits until the last moment, when the other two have turned away, before her hand flicks out to the shelf again and a screwdriver disappears up her sleeve.]