Calista skidded to a stop, wide eyes taking in the  glassy floors and white walls. She started to turn, but caught a glimpse of someone  at the end of the hall. As Caslista started towards the person a green bolt of light appeared out of nowhere, slamming the figure out of sight. Calista's heart jumped into her throat and she snatched a small, slim knife out of a scabbard in her boot. Her other hand was scrambling for her nonexistant bag; realizing a moment later it was lying on the floor of that weird blue box.<br/><br/>She glanced up at the stranger-<span style="font-style: italic">Advent</span>as she'd called herself, and was a little relieved to see  that she had her weapon. She hesitantly stepped towards the end of the hall again, her maternal instincts winning the battle with her fear. The other person could still be alive; they had to at least check. She took a couple of steps before thinking to check if The Advent was behind her.