[She nods silently and makes her way over towards the closet, taking his lantern in her left hand. Her own is snagged on the way, lifted very carefully off one of her lab tables. There's almost no sound, but metal meets metal, and there's a quiet scrape.
There's breathless silence.
And then there's a bellow, low and long and loud, and Rosalind doesn't bother to keep her footsteps light; she races forward, grabbing Riku's wrist, both their lanterns jerking wildly, yanking them both in the closet.]
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There's breathless silence.
And then there's a bellow, low and long and loud, and Rosalind doesn't bother to keep her footsteps light; she races forward, grabbing Riku's wrist, both their lanterns jerking wildly, yanking them both in the closet.]