[ For better or worse, the food is unappetizing.

Curious, yes. Interesting, yes. But it doesn't call to her. Ellever's head is full of too many myths, too many legends. Even though some of it looks delicious, she simply watches, curiously, as some of Beacon picks up a morsel and takes a bite — and then falls over immediately. Her heart does an immediate flip-flop in her stomach, eyes widening as she turns to look for someone familiar. Castiel, now on the ground. Instinct takes over, as much as she wants to gawk and attempt to process this whole thing. She lunges forward to his side, putting a hand on his shoulder. ]

Castiel? Hey!

[ But as soon as the words leave her lips, the sounds of spirits light up the night. Her grip tightens on Castiel's shoulder protectively as she looks around, expression grim. Her background in security is more than enough to tell her that this isn't a defensible position. With much more strength than it looks like the blonde woman should have, she wraps one arm around Castiel's middle and hoists him up, only partly dragging his legs because he's taller than she is. It would be comical in another situation. ]

Uh. Ideas? Anyone?!

[ Anything that comes at her will get punched with that same strength via her free hand, hard enough to throw it several feet back. ]

[ A strategy had emerged: getting Dreamers to the Invincible, which provides more immediate protection than some other places. Ellever finds a nice, safe place to put Castiel before she does anything else, patting his shoulder — a gesture that's more self-comfort than anything else. That out of the way, her mind immediately turns to everyone else stuck in this mess. She scrambles back out toward the door, spotting a spirit already attempting to get past someone dragging a Dreamer into safety. Eyes narrowed to slits, Ellever lets out a wordless yell and slams her leg hard into it, throwing it clean out of the Invincible. ]

Oh, god. [ That doesn't feel... the best. She stands there, panting, trying to get her emotions back under control. Things are bad enough as it is. She doesn't need to lose it and make everyone's luck one hundred percent worse. ] I really need a weapon.

[ As others scramble into the Invincible, Ellever will defend them with everyone else, even leaving it a short distance to see if anyone is calling for help. But she doesn't always get the cleanest of shots with a leg or fist. Claws make short work of the sleeves of her blouse and the skin of her arms as the day wears on, and track messily up one shorts-clad leg when she isn't paying close enough attention. Pain isn't unknown to her, but her eyes are oddly cloudy and grey by the end of the first day. If anyone has a melee weapon to spare, Ellever could use it. ]

[ Over the course of the next few days, her eyes don't clear up; she can feel the shadows on the corner of her vision constantly. Her arms burn and her leg stings, a sensation she hasn't felt in quite a long time. Wasn't supposed to feel, until...

Ellever puts all her energy into being helpful. She tries to keep her mind occupied that way. Her strength is useful for barricading and fixing those barricades, and she has training in keeping people calm. But her emotions, underneath the calm facade, are all over the place. Every once in a while she slips up, finds a corner, and puts her hands over her face, unkindly rubbing to get some sort of sensation back. It feels, to her, as though the room dulls and quiets and shrinks on her — makes it hard to breathe —

Oh. Someone is standing next to her. Did they say something? ]

Uh. [ A deep breath. ] What did you say?